Sometimes… when you’ve had a crazy couple years and all you want, and need, is a vacation, a mental break, a sanity check and a big hug from family, you have to throw in the towel, book a flight and leave the rest to the sunshine gods. Luckily, they were good to me when I booked a random mid-year vacation to the best beach town I knew: Charleston.
Turns out, 10 days, one woman-cation and many doses of southern sunshine later, I restored my faith, face and fuel. I’m still exhausted from lack of sleep and too much sand and ocean, but all I know is, it did me well.
