Je t'aime

I had a really nice week at the beach - it's funny how I always see holidays as this big THING like a TASK to be COMPLETED which is so bizarre seeing as going away is supposed to be this time where you dun have to do anything but whatever. When I got there and once I had spent a couple of hours ~prepping to relax I fell into the swing of things quicker than normal which I guess if proof that I really needed a ~~getaway~~.

We camped at this caravan park that was like LITERALLY on the beach and it was very beautiful although I guess the scenery was divine, but I think the true beauty lay in the way we sat around our tents eating Nutella wraps and listening to Ween's 12 Golden Country Greats, laughing our heads off while the ants had a feast on our drips. There's a lot to be said in being displaced and settled in a little canvas shelter for a few nights - it clears the mind of all those stupid niggly things that eat away at you all the time when you're at home. I've been reading Anna Karenina and got a fair chunk in because I just thought 'well I guess I'll just read now' and didn't have to stop for any particular reason unless it was to put on more sunscreen or join in playing cards or somethin'. Every kilometre we got closer to home driving back I felt a little thought push it's way back into my head and press down on my shoulders a little and I sighed and yawned knowing how it's just gotta be.