𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝. ⁣ ⁣ I am what they call an IBC “Islander by Choice” (but if you thought about Root Beer, I don’t blame you, it’s definitely what I thought.) IBC is in contrast BOI - “Born on Island”. ⁣ ⁣

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.⁣ ⁣

Now we live on our little island and love it. And on this Travel Tuesday, I’m missing it. Because I’m here, but I’m not. I’m not going to the skate park, Pleasure Pier, or the Seawall. ⁣ ⁣

I’m staying at home. I have a lot of health issues and I’m not ready. I love this island. It’s the place we bought our first home. I know it depends on tourists, but I’m not ready. I know people are eager for the very sun and sand that I’m missing, but I’M not ready.⁣ ⁣

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 I’m not ready. ⁣ ⁣

Dreaming is all I have for now. But there will come a time when I’ll 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.⁣ ⁣

𝗪𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈’𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲.⁣