It's amazing how the impending end of a vacation looms over the final days. Last trip to town. Last boardwalk. Last boogie board ride. And all the things somehow we didn't get to in spite of being away for an extra week.
Endings are hard.
It's hard to let go.
Hard not to miss, not to have regrets, not to wish things ha been different, better, easier. No matter how wonderful something's been, as it ends, it's hard not to wonder what if.
I'm trying not to go there this time.