I just got back from a fantastic 10-day vacation, and while I’m always sad when a trip ends, I'm feeling refreshed and recharged. I'm usually the person who packs a stack of books for a trip, fully expecting to power through them all. This time, however, things were a little different.
My reading time was practically non-existent.
And honestly? I'm not even mad about it.
This vacation was all about quality time with family. My family and I spent our days exploring new places, laughing over shared meals, and just enjoying each other's company. These uninterrupted moments are becoming more and more precious, and I chose to be fully present, to soak up every conversation and memory we were making together.
Instead of turning pages, I was listening to stories, playing endless card games, and having conversations that weren’t rushed or interrupted by daily life. My carefully curated stack of books remained mostly untouched, a testament to how fully I embraced the break from my usual routine.
While I didn't get to escape into a fictional world, I did get to live fully in my own. The book blog will be back to its regularly scheduled programming soon, but for now, I'm just happy to be home with a heart full of memories and a bookshelf full of future adventures.
What’s a vacation memory you cherish more than any book you've ever read? I’d love to hear about it in the comments!
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