Meg Dowell Writes

I won’t talk about how amazing the weather is in Florida. I just won’t. Because that would be like me saying, “Ha ha! I ditched all of you for warmth!” But I’m not saying that, because I naturally am kindhearted and do not wish to make you sad. Plus, if you all just jumped on planes and came to visit, that might make me sad. It might also take away the thrill of being here when you aren’t. So stay where you are. Promise?

I LOVE IT HERE!!!

Okay. I’m done now.

I woke up uber early this morning. As in, 4:30 AM. It almost killed me. And I haven’t gotten any sleep since then, but that’s pretty much okay with me. One of the first things my mom and I did when we got here was take a walk on the beach. I forgot how much I adore the beach, but as soon as we started walking I knew it would be the start of an amazing mother-daughter vacation. And it was. Except for some random guy playing bagpipes on the beach, it was pretty awesome. Really, it was.

It’s kind of ironic that the only thing I want to do right now is curl up under a bunch of blankets and sleep. I’m pretty sure that I can do that at home when it’s twenty five degrees below zero at this time of night (or, evening). Did I mention planes are impossible to sleep on? Well, I’ll mention it now. Planes are impossible to sleep on. They’re loud and lack pillows and sometimes the flights are two short. And most of the time looking out the window is a heck of a lot more exciting.

My mom wants to take me to a bonfire on the beach. Heck; I’ll go. Maybe they have free food.