For 6 months, when people asked me where I lived, I was able to say, “On the island.”
I loved that.
I’ve always been such a beach girl. Not really sure how that happened, since I grew up in Pittsburgh.
But, put me on the sand and let me see those waves crashing in and time slows down for me.
We spent our first night in our new house last night and it was LOUD.
You would probably laugh at me for saying that if you came to my neighborhood. We live far out from “town.”
And I put town in quotes because it’s a small town.
It’s a quiet family neighborhood.
But, there are people around. Dogs bark. Child yell(who aren’t mine). Cars drive past. There’s no ocean breeze.
I heard the boys were awake and I went up to check on them. Bear was standing at his window and asked me, “Where did it go, Mommy? The ocean. Where is it?”
Ahhh, buddy, I know, I know.
I never thought we’d get to live right on the beach, so I am going to stop whining and just be glad that we were able to for a little while….