TRAVEL EAT LOVE : Meghan Malloy - Did last week really happen? That’s the question that keeps playing over and over in my mind when I wake up in the middle of the night, and what pops up first thing every morning. It’s gotten slightly quieter as the days have passed; last Monday night, every time I woke up and remembered, I felt like I was being punched in the stomach.
It’s all still so hard to comprehend.
We actually arrived home from the gloriousness that was our trip to Northern California wine country on Monday morning at around 10:30 a.m. The original plan was to land at 7 a.m., get a few hours of sleep and head down to Hereford and Boylston Street, where we watch the marathon when I’m not running. Our delay meant getting to sleep later and ultimately staying home. I woke up from my nap groggy and sad; Sonoma is where I love to be, and I had lived for this trip. I couldn’t imagine feeling more down than I did at that moment.
We all know what happened next. None of my friends or family were physically affected, thank God, but the sense that I might never feel happy again invaded my heart and wouldn’t budge. I didn’t want to blog, or eat, or work, and couldn’t sleep. Honestly, I kind of still feel that way. A few people who live in other places have mentioned it must be nice to be back to normal; I think most of us don’t really know what normal is right now. I feel like I am going through the motions of every day in a little bit of a fog. One day at a time. . .
I guess blogging is a step in the right direction though, so I’m here to tell you about the most perfect little getaway on the planet, Timber Cove Inn. We made our third visit to this rustic little retreat on the Northern Sonoma Coast a couple of weeks ago, and it’s pretty easy to see why we keep coming back.FOR THE REST OF THE STORY