Back to Reality...

Being with my brother is fabulous; it makes me feel like we’re kids again, especially since he still punches me in the arm (I bruise like a peach brat!) and I always feel the need to kick him.  Fortunately, he doesn’t throw gum in my hair anymore or tell my mom every time I pick on him (that would have been kind of annoying for my mother on this vacation because I just couldn’t keep myself from wanting to poke him or flick him!).  Apparently, I’m still a party pooper because I don’t partake in the alcoholic beverage often enough.  Boo me! I know he already misses me because as I looked back while in the security line at the airport, he was standing there waving at me; I got a little choked up brother, just a tad.  But it definitely made me smile too—I miss you already too! I guess we’re kinda grownups; the little girl in me can’t live without my family.

As I’m writing this on the airplane back to NY, I can’t help but realize that my little four days of fantasy living is over.  No more ladies that lunch.  No more life of leisure.  No more shopping like the bill isn’t going to come at the end of the month. 

He took me on my first official trip to Anthropologie—I’ve visited the website so many times and oogled over all the pretty things.  He was a trooper for participating in my “I need to buy something from Anthropolgie” mission and for sitting back and relaxing in the posh dressing room while I tried on the same dress in three different sizes with three different belts.  But I found the perfect thing—mission complete and it probably won’t happen again (I love sale items with 30% off!).

It’s nice going on vacation and having zero responsibility, but it also makes me feel like I’m being a horrible person; I leave housework responsibility, job responsibilities, and I always have this feeling like I’m being so unbelievably selfish for taking some time for myself.

And the pup missed me.

I’m pretty sure the hubby did too.

Even though I missed my family back home, I think this is something that I need to do more often or at least once a year.  I need to see my brother.  I never want to forget my family and how much that they mean to me.  We grew up being pretty tight knit—my Florida brother and my cousin were my first best friends and I never want to forget or lose that; I’d like to actually get that back into my life.