I just returned from my fabulous vacation to Cancun and finally settling into home life again. I remember two years ago after returning from the Dominican Republic, writing how tough it was to get back into the routine and feeling the Post Vacation Blues. Though I enjoyed every minute of this trip to Cancun (even when I fell ill with the the flu for two straight days), I'm just as glad to be home to feel the warmth of my apartment, my bed, Inori and my environment. There really is no place like home. We made the most of our time and I certainly have a ton of fond memories with my beloved friends and my son. From start to finish, this trip was filled with non-stop laughter, photo shoots, photo bombs, jokes, poolside fun, great dining experiences and so much more.
As my collection of friends begin to show their age (with knee problems, high blood pressure, cholesterol challenges, balding), I sometimes think about some of my own aches and pains including my lower back and knees after playing intense games of basketball. And when I think about recent celebrities passing away at the young age of 75-80 years old, I begin doing the math of the remaining time I might have on this planet. So at the turn of the New Year, I reached several conclusions. Not resolutions. Conclusions.