"How people feel when they are returning home from an absence, long or short, I did not know: I had never experienced the sensation." ~ Jane Eyre

This morning I left delicious key limes and arrived home to a sweet big apple.

I am not sad that my vacation is over. I am smiling because it happened.

Highlights from the trip include drinking Key West Sunset Ale at Sloppy Joe's as my dad drank margaritas, seeing part of a coral reef in a glass bottom boat ride and having a baracuda approach my window, taking photos of my papa in Papa H's writing room, catching butterflies in the butterfly conservatory, and sitting in the same bench that poet Robert Frost loved to sit in, located in front of his cottage.

The photos I took shall help me give much more detail, in future posts, in describing the wonderful trip with my "papa" to Papa Hemingway's old stomping ground.

In the meantime, it is nice to be home in my fish-patterned pajama bottoms from Old Navy, drinking a Blue Moon, catching up on emails and blogs, and cheering my Yankees as they play the Mets tonight in a subway series.