Krabi Calling

I board a plane tomorrow. My first this year. And for the next four days Mentor and I will sip too much orange juice, toast our bodies on hot white sand, read until we're cross-eyed, indulge in girly chatter and melt under delicious Thai massages.

Part of me is looking forward to the escapism, part of me is a little nervous about travelling with someone new. Mentor and I go way back but the longest time we've ever spent together was two hours over our weekend brunches. Unlike me, she takes regular solo trips and revels in her solitude. Solo travel doesn't appeal to me and I'm a talker. It's a perfect match. *grin*

But that aside, I'm eager to get back to my beloved ocean. Eager to stand at the water's edge and cast my gaze out to fine line that divides sea and sky. To feel the sprinkle of salt on my lips and in my hair.

The Thinker gifted me with a trip to the ocean two weeks ago and delighted me by choosing a darling wooden chalet on the ocean front just "so you can live your dream of having a beach house". Leaving that simple little 'house' at the end of the trip tugged at my heartstrings. I wanted more.

So I'm glad to be going 'home' again.