Wednesday, July 24, 2013

wake me up when it's all over

If I could sleep through the next year I think I'd be okay with that.  Never did I think I would miss my home as much as I do. Truth be told, I belong in the water. I have spent my entire life near the ocean, but the ocean I grew to love more than any other, is in Fort Walton Beach. My sugar white sands and gentle warm salty breeze with the thunderstorm always brewing to the northwest. The seagulls squawking as they fly over me. Mr. Pelican and I sharing five feet of oceanic space, the family of dolphins showing off and the bull shark prowling. In addition to all of the amazing wildlife, this place has the freshest seafood you could ever taste... These are the things I miss more than anything. 

Something about the Florida lifestyle kept me more motivated than anything to look fit and feel healthy 100% of the time. Maybe it's because I knew I'd be in a bikini in front of hundreds of people nearly everyday, or on the boat with Johnny every Sunday. I'd play beach volleyball every Tuesday night (for years) and I'd be outside whenever I could. Don't get me wrong, I still love working out and eating right, I just don't have anywhere to go in a bikini!

For my birthday two years ago, Patrick bought a basket for my beach cruiser. I rode that bike nearly everyday. I'd grab a summer shandy, throw it in the basket and Jack and I would ride down to the beach for a swim and quick game of fetch or to watch Patrick jump out of the C-130. Jack would come back soaked, stinky and sandy, but I loved it. 

I made fish tacos tonight. I think the reason I decided to write about my homesickness is because of where my fish came home. (It sparked an emotion in me, and typically, I think I write best with some type of fueling emotion behind the words). Fucking Honduras. Really? That fish tasted like shit first of all. It's NOTHING compared to the Triggerfish or Amberjack we used to spear. Only 12 more months of this BS and I am out of Texas and praying to the god I don't believe in that I will never be back. Who actively chooses to live in this barren, disgusting and grossly overpopulated state. Not I. I definitely respect you if you stayed here, but seriously, you're missing out on the best of the world. 

Rant Over. Good day. 

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