I'm Not Ready
ππ‘π’π¬ π’π¬ π¦π² π‘π¨π¦π, π¦π² π’π¬π₯ππ§π. β£ β£ I am what they call an IBC βIslander by Choiceβ (but if you thought about Root Beer, I donβt blame you, itβs definitely what I thought.) IBC is in contrast BOI - βBorn on Islandβ. β£ β£
I chose this life. My hubby and I always wanted to live at the ocean and when we lived in San Francisco and New York, we drove to the respective edges of the continent whenever we could. But we could never afford to live near the water.β£ β£
Now we live on our little island and love it. And on this Travel Tuesday, Iβm missing it. Because Iβm here, but Iβm not. Iβm not going to the skate park, Pleasure Pier, or the Seawall. β£ β£
Iβm staying at home. I have a lot of health issues and Iβm not ready. I love this island. Itβs the place we bought our first home. I know it depends on tourists, but Iβm not ready. I know people are eager for the very sun and sand that Iβm missing, but IβM not ready.β£ β£
I look at this photo and want to cry. This was just before the shutdown and was a beautiful, happy day. I want these days again but Iβm not ready. β£ β£
Dreaming is all I have for now. But there will come a time when Iβll will again dangle my legs over the edge while I listen to the waves, smell the salt, and watch my daughter roll along the curves of the park.β£ β£
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