Everyone: How’s your campsite? Me: Nostalgic.

The first day I stepped out our door at our new location, I had to laugh. Out loud, for real. Paul had unknowingly picked a lovely RV Resort that last time I was in PCB didn’t exist… at least I don’t think it did. I can’t say I remember seeing much through the sea of foam I was wading through during an MTV-sponsored Spring Break party at Club La Vila. I’ll spare you the timehop photo (because, pre-Facebook, hah!), but I looked across the parking lot at the now condemned buildings that back when I knew them were Club La Vila and Spinnakers. The memories of the actual week are distant, but the nostalgia for that time in my life was vivid. I remember my naive, 20-something self, bumbling around those clubs – enjoying time with friends; the parties, and boys. In that moment, PCB was a trip of a lifetime (bless my heart). Little did I know, it would take me 20 more years to really understand the meaning of “trip of a lifetime.”

 *POOF* As I snap back into real time, I step out to my front porch, kiss my sweet husband (and Roxxi and Ollie!) knowing that THIS is the “trip of a lifetime” I’ve been longing for.