Most of last week, I spent time far from Florida’s coast, and I have to say I didn’t like it. As a child, I lived near the Gulf of Mexico. As a teenager, I lived only steps from the water, And now, I live on a barrier island, surrounded by water. I don’t know why, but I always get antsy if I’m inland. I think large bodies of water bring peace to the human soul, I truly do. This morning, I took my usual two-mile walk on the shore, my first in a week, and it felt more than amazing. I’ve missed the waves, the seabirds, the breeze, and the sand. Oh, and you know me: I also missed the boys running around in their boardshorts and flip-flops.
I stayed up far too late last night, and as a result I slept in this morning. But I took my morning walk, and then fixed breakfast. Outside, it’s already steamy. Summer in Florida doesn’t end until mid-October, so my a/c is chugging and I’ll stay inside until it’s time to visit the YMCA. I’ll work out and swim laps, and maybe shoot baskets in the gym. Then it’s off to the driving range to hit a bucket of balls.
I don’t know what I’ll do with my evening. Everything is different, now that my boyfriend has moved northward, but I won’t lack for things to do. I have several writing projects to work on, and many friends to spend time with, if I feel the need for company.
Thanks again to all of you who’ve written me about the changes going on in my life. Believe me, I’m fine, but it’s nice to know you care. Have a nice Monday, everyone.