Take me home

Every winter I want out of the harsh wind and ungodly cold and fly south. I try to talk Mr. Johnson into moving but he's so attached to the area it's a futile conversation. In my second attack I google 'cheap air fare to__________', usually Hawaii or a Caribbean destination. My only requirements are white sand beaches and temps around 85 degrees. Then I came back to reality realizing that Dave Ramsey would not endorse that get away.

Most recently, Jake and I have made a pact with each other. We have vowed to save every spare dime to put into the vacation kitty. Bless my son, he and I both share thin skin and a primal need for gobs of direct sunlight. Right now we have $36 and some change. We are both aware that the vacation stash will take a while but we are patient people. So until January 2020, when Jake and I can afford our flights to Grand Cayman, I'll have to satisfy myself with mental escape: looking at warm weather photos.

If I shut my eyes I can feel with warm air, gentle breeze, smell of a BBQ grill, hear the buzzing cicada's and watch the flirting fireflies on a warm June night......Carolina on my mind.