There’s a moment—subtle at first—when you realize something has shifted. You’re sitting there, minding your own business, thinking perhaps a beach weekend might be nice… maybe somewhere in Florida, maybe a charming little town, something easy… something local. And then… Europe taps you on the shoulder. Not loudly. Not rudely. Just enough to say, “You could… but wouldn’t you rather come back to me?” And suddenly the beach feels… fine. But not the same. It happens again. You’re