Daytona Beach, Florida (taken summer 2006)
I have a beach front view on my life.
The past year has been incredibly hard. I made it. Yet, I sit here wondering where my life will take me next.
My life has always been like that. I never knew where I would be from one year to the next. My life was rarely easy.
I learned early on to enjoy the smell of pine in the fall, the sound of my children laughing, my husband’s eyes catching mine in an exchange of happiness and all the beautiful memories of life. I learned to cheerish the things that made me happy.
When I faced a wall I found a way over or around it.
I feel like I have reached the end of something. I keep myself busy so that I don’t have to face it. I do.
I clean the apartment, tend to the children and my husband, I try to solve problems (like our sick computer or my blog which loads at turtle speed).
I stay busy.
I am afraid to settle down in one place. I have never lived in one place for too long.
My whole life I have moved from one country to another, one state to another, one city to another or one apartment to another.
I want to settle down and make a life in one place. I do.
I have reached a point in my life where I know where I will live. I know where my life will be played out.
Will I be bored?
I feel grounded. I trust my instincts.
I am enjoying my beach front view.