I just got home from an amazing four days down at Rye with some uni friends. I can tell you that planning and organising gave me so much anxiety. Finding and booking a holiday house took a while, but in the end we found a house that was well within our budget and appeared to be fairly reasonable. Little did we know that the house was everything we needed and more. In fact, this whole trip came at a perfect time for all of us.
We set off on Thursday morning and got to Rye at lunchtime. The girls’ car pumped the Frozen and High School Musical soundtracks while the boys listened to ghetto music apparently. We bought lunch and ate at front beach, enjoying the sunshine, the view and each other’s company. We agreed that the next couple of days would be completely care-free. We wouldn’t worry about time or any of the other things we would usually stress about. I decided not to check my emails and to check Facebook/Instagram as little as possible.
As I said before, the house we stayed at was perfect. It was a short walk from Rye’s back beach and a short drive (less than 10 minutes) from the front beach. As soon as we walked in and I saw the looks of amazement on my friends’ faces, all anxiety about the house disappeared from my brain. It was incredibly clean and immaculately maintained. It was a modest size, but was fully equipped.
We decided to walk down to back beach to catch the sunset, and boy am I glad we did. I don’t know if there ever was anything as beautiful as what I saw that evening. As we stood on the rocks watching the sunset in comfortable silence, I could not help but praise God for His amazing creation. I was in awe of how beautiful and perfect it was. And as I looked at the people standing around me, I knew that this trip was going to be nothing short of memorable.
Our days were filled with sun, sand and swimming. We even made a sand version of Olaf! It took us almost an hour to construct him but I’m very proud of our efforts. Our nights were filled with games, movies, singing at the top of our lungs, deep and meaningful conversations, dancing and star-gazing. As the days passed, it became evident that this trip could not have come at a more perfect time for all of us, each for different reasons. For myself, I needed time away from the anxiety. That inner critic came out only twice for the entire four days, and each time, I was able to take away her megaphone. Before this trip, I was worried that the way uni was structured this year would shake up some of my friendships. I came home with confidence that these people were too special and too important to me for something to get in the way. I also came home with almost no voice – but I don’t really care because that voice was used to belt out some awesome songs.
I had an amazing time away and I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect four days. I’m now suffering from post-road trip blues 😦 I guess I’ll have to keep looking at photos until the next road trip!