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Vitamin Sea, Tree and Me
My first solo getaway calling of 2025.
It’s been almost four months since I moved out, and still, every time I leave my apartment for work, I crave it. Not in a fleeting, passing kind of way. It’s a deep longing. My little haven has become more than just four walls, it’s my sanctuary, my breathing space, my first true sense of “mine.” I’ve created warmth there, and it holds me when the world forgets to be gentle.
But lately, something has been nagging me. Even with the comfort of home, there’s been a stirring, a pull toward something that’s been long overdue. A getaway. A reset. A return to self. The kind of escape that doesn’t just let me rest, but lets me release.
Summer is here, and my spirit feels it. I haven’t booked anything yet. I haven’t even made my final choice. But I know it’s close. I’ve been eyeing a few places. Quiet. Sacred spaces where I can meditate, practice yoga, move freely, and meet myself again in stillness. Places where I can rise with the sun and run like the gymrat in me has been craving, free, wild, and untethered. I want a peaceful place where I can breathe deeply, stretch into myself, and savor the present with no clock chasing me.
Maybe it’ll be the sea. There’s something about water that feels like home. My vitamin sea, where the salt in the air feels like healing, and the sound of waves drowns…
