Pitter patter.

I hate that every vacation feels too short. But I suppose I'd be saying that I hate having too much fun which directly contributes to making the time fly on vacations. Flying to Florida was a great decision considering I got to see many more of the freakish clans of families donning their Disney gear and I saved a giant amount of time. The only terrible experience was taking the train home to Atlanta in 40 degree weather wearing a tank top, cardigan, and sandals.

Back to the grind this week. No day off in sight. Broke as a joke. Now begins the money saving routine again so I can end up somewhere else soon. Somewhere severely unfamiliar and just as enjoyable.