I need to clean. My place is a mess. That’s so not like me, at all.
I’m craving the beach. I want to be a beach bum.
Being in the water every day, finding sand in places it shouldn’t be after I have already showered. Feeling the salt on my skin after I feel completely scrubbed.
I crave sunsets, fun conversations, the beauty of nature. I want the beach. Take me to it, and I’ll never want to leave.