I ended my last blog with “there really is no place like home”. And I won’t argue the sentiment.
But sometimes, home is where the heart is.
Last week, Baby Dragon and I were privileged to visit our happy place. To me, nothing is more inspiring than a day (or preferably, more!) at the beach, feet frolicking in the sand and foam.
Apparently, we weren’t the only ones.
I guess sometimes home is where the hearts, and feet, are.
And now, I must write.