My mom and dad treated everyone to a beach week in Ocean City for spring break. We went down for most of the week (kept a couple days for homeschooling and a sick Philly at home). And even though Phil and Philly were not 100%, we all had a blast.
There was lots of exploring and shell collecting. We have bucket-fulls of nature in the kitchen right now. The kids watched the sunrise two mornings with my mom and talked about heaven, barely visible fishing boats on the horizon, and shifty characters called seagulls. We watched The Walking Dead in the dark, all lined up on the couch. Phil read on the deck, snuggled in a hoodie. And he talked about how God loves change. Then we decided that change is a beautiful part of growth~ so we like it too.
I love my little triangle house. Next to a field and car lot. Across the street from old airport hangers and a still-used runway. It is the opposite of fancy and on a good day, maybe gets labeled 'quaint' or 'somewhat charming'...But, I am thankful and satisfied to the brim with it all.
But if I ever get to pack up and move to the beach, you better believe I'll be there. I'd move in a heartbeat if I got to watch sunrises over the water and collect shells with the kids everyday. There is nothing like breathing in the ocean and sleeping with the sound of waves in your ear.
What is the one place you'd jump to move to?
Or, do you already live in your dream spot?