Sometimes, it’s just a good idea to stay on vacation and never come home.  I’ve been home for only a few days, and I’ve encountered nothing but disaster, self-made and otherwise. 

P.E.I was beautiful, and I was so happy to enter it while lilacs were still in bloom, where in Ontario, they were long gone.  Fragrant wild rose bushes had bloomed seemingly everywhere, too.  Lupines seem grow the way dandelions grow here.

The landscape is wonderful, all brilliant red and rich, even green.  I love how dirt looks clean there, and how the sunset mixed with the red casts an unmistakable pink over the entire island. 

I’ve never seen water shine and shimmer like that before, as if the surface was jewel encrusted. 

There’s so much to say about this island. 

I’ve come home to a good dose of realism, though, which immediately took lingering vacation daze and glow away.  This woman needs to change into a more responsible individual.  Just enough so that I don’t ruin my relationships and I don’t ruin myself.  Not that I should “grow up”, but, as an adult, there’s no harm in doing some responsible adult things while being youthful at the same time.  In short, I need to stop drinking and be more thoughtful of myself and my loved ones.  I’m better than this.