Fantasy Land.

In two weeks ... everything will be different.

In two weeks, life gets left behind.

And the never ending cycle of work, of sleep, of nursery rhymes and bedtimes and drifting through the day to get to the end will pause, stop, be no more.

Those two weeks hold possibilities, magic, love, laughter, sunlight, long days and fun nights, a sense of escapism that just isn't achievable when you're 'close to home'.

There's this smell in the air that's indescribable. Florideans would tell you it's just air, but it's not. It's the smell of the equator, of America, of fast food and faster rides, of smiles and 'have a nice day's and 'ohmigosh, I love your accent!'s, of dollar bills and giant turkey legs, of swamps and gators and chains I know well but most of my friends have never heard of ('what's IHOP?'). It's a tint of coconut and balm, of oreos and hawaiian punch, of buying girl scout cookies from outside the local drugstore, of wide pavements and no path outside the hotel, of lizards that live in the drains and grass sprayed green and powdered donuts for breakfast.

I love dollar bills. They feel like play money to me, but I love learning which one's Jackson and which is Lincoln (a$20 and a $5) and the quarter hunt you can do, trying to get a quarter with something about every state (I have 7 at the moment, from my last 2 trips). I love how I can get something which costs £3 over here for $2 over there, knowing that technically, I didn't save any money anyway after hotel and flights.

This year, it's different to before. This year we're there for longer. This year we'll do more, see more, shop more ... rest more. This year there's the Harry Potter theme park (so excited I can't articulate it on this blog) ... this year I'm hoping for something big. A job offer, a fling, just ... something more. It's where I really want to be.