I love to travel. I haven’t been to other countries (much) since having children but I have gone through 3 cars driving miles all over the country. With COVID, I did some travel – like to get my son from college and to move (unexpected but worth it because I now live at the beach)
Now I am tired of driving from the move but I noticed that people are here. My travel feet that like to meet new people – it happens all the time. I was on the beach and a woman came up and just started talking. At first I worried she wanted something like for me to pay her for a pic since she had a camera. But she just was on vacation mode and wanted to talk. I happened to walk back home the same time she and her party were going to the car so I met the whole family of travelers.
When I visited my mother by the beach I was a bit annoyed by the sand and wondered how anyone could live like this – sour grapes for sure. I got over sand in a week. It doesn’t bother me on my feet, in my car, or in the house. I even heard a tip – wait till the bath tub is dry and vacuum it up.
I went to an outdoor party the other day and felt like I was on a TV show of renovation. They showed me what they did with the house. Amazing. I still can’t decide if I’d live in a big house or not. For now, downsizing and affordable is fine. Anyways, they gave me some tips. When visitors come (which they did last summer and now I am getting emails about others for this summer) to NOT buy food. They will either be picky (esp. with kids), want their own thing, or eat out. I liked that. Learning to live at the beach. So far it’s not a tough lesson, unlike cohousing which had beautiful expectations and for me, terrible consequences.