A few weeks ago I had a string of bad days. I was sick. I was emotional. I was alone. It was the first time that I realized how alone I really am.
And I'm not trying to get all depressing on you. I know that I have great friends and family (and readers!) who care. I know that I'm not alone in that sense. I mean physically. Literally.
There were things that I had to do that week that seem so minuscule now but were huge daunting tasks to conquer then.
But I did it. I survived. And I survived on my own!
I'm learning (or trying) to appreciate and grow in these times of solitude.
In previous moves, I spent so much energy resenting the fact that I had left my family and friends, my place of comfort.
I don't want to waste another second doing that.
And as I sit here, alone, writing at the beach, listening to the waves crash, I remember that this place, this crazy island that I live on, is truly magical.
Yes, I would prefer to share my moments here with an awesome person or amazing people. But until then, I can't let this magic pass me by.