Home Again

I woke up this morning reeling with what just happened. The whirlwind dream vacation I had just participated in, was over. Back safe and sound on my down pillows, in my bedroom, with a Chinese Shar-pei standing on my back. 

For the last twelve days I was in gay paradise. I’d wake up to toss on running shoes and baggie shorts to find my way to a full-spread buffet breakfast. Inhabited by attractive men. A environment where the chafing dishes matched the number of men to kiss. I could sit a table alone, or join any number of close friends that were also on this journey. The floor To ceiling windows bathing my world with Caribbean light. 

This morning, I had to give an extra long ear massage to the dog. Then, drag my extra thick sweatpants and Uggs on to my tired frame. A long walk down to our local green space was in order. Harley and I have done this walk countless times. Today I seemed different. True quality time with the pooch I had missed. 

On the Big Gay Cruise I had signed up to have a massage every day.  I had facials, seaweed skin treatments, and hot steam saunas. All while meeting new friends, and reconnecting to old ones. Today, It’s me and the pooch remembering how to operate the coffee maker, sitting at the dining room table clicking away on the computer, and listening to the music I had purchased while on the great ride. 



It is great to be home.