I should be posting about my family winter cabin adventure here. This would have been our 21st year, I think. We postponed it because of COVID-19. It’s only a year. We’ll be back at it, and we’re all very grateful for every year we get to do this.
So instead, I took a solo trip to the beach. I needed to let all the negativity go and find the peace in my heart again, and in the process, I found my happy place. I’ve traveled some and have always wondered if I could live here or there. But I’ve never felt completely content, like I could spend the rest of my life there.
I could here. It’s perfect. The day I arrived, it was snowing. At the beach. Unheard of in Washington State. I had to drive through blowing snow for half an hour, but none of that was a deterrent for me. I got inside and just stood and stared at the view.
I’d planned a working vacation, but didn’t get much done until darkness descended. 🙂 Now, I know part of the charm is this cute little place I was in. The bottom floor of a house renovated into a one-bedroom apartment. 160 steps from the beach. That’s close! And the house didn’t creak or groan in the thirty mph winds, either.
By afternoon on day 2, I’d been down to the beach twice already for walks. And I managed to get some writing work done.
Day 3 was more of the same. Walks on the beach and writing. The wifi was erratic, so I had no excuse to not be working. Well, maybe the beach was an excuse, and I used it!
Honestly, the ambiance of this small community pulled me in. I think, finally, I’ve found where I want to do most of my vacationing, my relaxing, my living. Whether it’s a day drive or staying for a few days, this feels like home to me.
I hope you all live somewhere that feels like home. In this crazy world, it’s a calming constant.
Find joy each day. It’s good for the blood pressure.