I need to live at the beach. Preferably where the tide touches my toes.
The smell of the ocean, the salt water on my skin, sand in every orifice, that is my desire, my dream!!! So why am I stuck in Atlanta?? Honestly I'm not stuck, I love "lanta", we have lived here around 19 years. My children had the best education, hubby's job was and is excellent!! It's only about 5 hours away from Nirvana. I guess we could still live in Pennsylvania!!! GAWD...at least I'm in the deep south, praise Jesus!!! and most of the time its warm, I guess I have the "beach bum Blues."
I miss surf shops, and oyster bars and slow moving traffic!!! How about No traffic!!! Bikes, and strolling the dunes.
One Day, I will return to stay. Until then, I will spray on my "Beach" by Bobbi Brown smell "um" and wash my shells. Yes, you heard me, wash my shells.
I spent all of this past Saturday washing, and drying, sniffing and touching each little diamond.
Hundreds of sandollars, arranged on platters and bowls, adorning my house. I pause as I pass by these jewels of the sea.
Thanking the heavens that a "beach bum" Iam. Who has been dislocated and relocated for tooooooooo long now.
The smell of the ocean, the salt water on my skin, sand in every orifice, that is my desire, my dream!!! So why am I stuck in Atlanta?? Honestly I'm not stuck, I love "lanta", we have lived here around 19 years. My children had the best education, hubby's job was and is excellent!! It's only about 5 hours away from Nirvana. I guess we could still live in Pennsylvania!!! GAWD...at least I'm in the deep south, praise Jesus!!! and most of the time its warm, I guess I have the "beach bum Blues."
I miss surf shops, and oyster bars and slow moving traffic!!! How about No traffic!!! Bikes, and strolling the dunes.
One Day, I will return to stay. Until then, I will spray on my "Beach" by Bobbi Brown smell "um" and wash my shells. Yes, you heard me, wash my shells.
I spent all of this past Saturday washing, and drying, sniffing and touching each little diamond.
Hundreds of sandollars, arranged on platters and bowls, adorning my house. I pause as I pass by these jewels of the sea.
Thanking the heavens that a "beach bum" Iam. Who has been dislocated and relocated for tooooooooo long now.
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