Let’s not get worried but I’m not quite there yet. The relaxation I was hoping to get from this beach trip is failing to materialize. The sun seems too stark, too bright and blinding. It’s at times like these that I remember how devoid the Island is of trees. It’s not just that, though. It’s happened to me before that it’s taken a day or two for that peaceful Island vibe to set in. The dog is having a much easier time, but then again, she always does.
Also, I miss Houston, I miss doing the art stuff, I miss looking for houses. I think, also, I might have found the perfect place. My fabulous realtor (who is also a friend and collector) sent me pictures. Keep your fingers crossed! This might just work out perfectly!