Fleeting feelings

It’s been two weeks and the sensation of waking up the sound of the Costa Rican rainforest, it’s tropical birds and cheeky little monkey’s, feels long gone.

My faded summer skin is back to being pale and dry, a sign of Scandinavian winter air.

Flip flops and bare feet have again been replaced by 8-9 hours work day in high heels.

And what I miss the most:

The luxury of waking up next to the man I love. The first minutes of the morning when we are both half asleep, reaching out for one another to say: I am right here.

Holidays are wonderful but end too soon.

I had just gotten into travel mode, my soul at rest, my mind open and free.

It was always going to be just two weeks for me, two months for Lee.

So I find myself at home. Waking up in my own bed, to the sound of bustling city life outside my window.

Coffee and a spirulina juice later, wrapping up this post before heading to the gym.

Keeping busy, seeing friends.

Feeling thankful for pleasure is a fleeting thing.