Oct 19, 2004 19:51
Sometimes the ocean isn't enough to wash away everything. I could sit out there for hours on my board and let the waves just carry me as far out as I can go before I have to set back to shore. The time spent out there should never be forgotten because the sun appearing from behind the water is more beautiful than watching it appear from behind towers.
Moving away from New York was a decision that I finally followed through with. It's always been home here, more here than there. I guess I wanted to come back to where my roots are and find myself from that. My sister knows what she wants, and I'm learning on what I want. I'd give myself a four out of five for effort on it. I do miss waking up and sticking my head outside to hear the sounds of the morning traffic and the smells of fresh baked bread and pizza early in the morning.
The movers arrived with more things today, and I'm postponing until the last minute when I have to organize this place. No need to rush, it feels like I've got the rest of my life to get everything in place, and everything right. But I might want to get it done sometime soon, in case I have a visitor drop by for some CPR lessons. Which is a reminder to break out the other board and wax it for Thursday. Something tells me this is going to be interesting.