The second day I was here, I started to feel “off”. I powered through it, continued to eat and workout and fill my schedule with friend visits.

Over the next few days, I lost my appetite, energy and ability to feign interest in a conversation.

Spending sunny days in a hotel room eating saltines and bananas is not exactly the burger party on the beach I imagined.

I hate that I can’t completely enjoy my time with my friends right now (most have speculated that my body is trying to tell me I should move back).

So, fingers crossed that I miraculously feel better so I can make the most of my last few days here.