Today is my last day on vacation.
Ends of vacations really shouldn’t exist. I mean really, who wants a vacation to end? You’re on the beach, or the river, or in the middle of a desert. You’re having a blast. Maybe a cold drink in your hand, who knows. Then all the sudden the day arrives. The day when you realize tomorrow you go home. Back to the real world. To the bills, the work, making your own buger rather than letting a cool ’50’s restaurant make it for you.