Just two weeks have passed since I was in the Big Island of Hawaii, but with all that’s happened, I feel as if I didn’t even go. Almost immediately after returning from vacation, my husband and I took about a day to recover from jet lag, then packed up our entire home to move from one condo to another about 5, 10 minutes away. Even though it was a small move, man, it was tiring.
However, it did turn out to be more relaxing than even Trinity anticipated — mostly because I was barred from going to Volcanoes National Park (it was vetoed by both Trinity and my sisters) and also because I didn’t have as much energy to do as much as I would have liked.
