I don't know what it is lately, but my brain is obsessed with Mackinac Island.
Every time I fall asleep, I dream about the island.
Every time my mind starts to drift, I envision being on the island.
I don't know if it's just that time of year, or if something in the cosmos is trying to tell me something, but I do know that I can't stop thinking about it. Remembering it. Wishing I was there. Feeling the need to go there.
But my bank account tells me a different story.
Why can't someone just magically show up on my door step with an all-expense paid trip to Mackinac?