Jacqui Childs Model

I have this thing I do.

I spend weeks planning a trip. Researching the resort. Picking the excursions. Counting down the days. I am genuinely, embarrassingly excited.
And then I get there, and it’s perfect. The sun. The water. The drinks that show up without me having to do anything. I am completely in my element.
And somewhere around day four I start thinking about my bed.
Not because anything is wrong. Not because I’m not having the time of my life. But because there is something about home that no amount of sunshine ☀️ and good vibes 😎 can compete with.
I’ve thought about this a lot actually. I think we need the trip to remember what we love about our life. The contrast makes everything sharper. You come back and the coffee tastes better. The dogs lose their minds at the door. You sleep in your own bed and it feels like the first time.

Maybe we don’t travel to escape. Maybe we travel to remember.

Either way, I’m already planning the next one. And I already can’t wait to come home.

10 more weeks ⛵️

Let’s say time and money wasn’t a factor…
Would you go on a 6 week sailing trip?

Where would you go?
Who would you take?

Say Cheese 📸

🎵 I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel 🙌🏼