In 24 hours I'll be at the Tampa airport, returning my rental car, scrounging for something edible, heading to Irvine, CA and Literary Orange. It will be sad to leave paradise. This girl can get used to palm trees, sand, and the gulf right outside my door. Not to mention jaw dropping sunsets. Grilled grouper. Tiki bars. And oh yeah. Unlimited writing time.
But here's the truth. I miss home. Two weeks is a long time away. I just want to scoop up annabelle and not let go. Which is exactly what will happen when I walk in the door Sunday night around 8!