Last night was almost a full moon but, complete or not, it was completely gorgeous.  At sunset some people strolling too said how beautiful it was. I hear this a lot – mostly from tourists happy with their vacation choice.

The other day I heard two ladies explain how they chose a perfect week for their getaway.  The weather had cooperated with them.

For me, every week is the perfect choice. Rain or shine, I get to enjoy it all. I actually like the rain and sitting on the beach as the waves turn rough in the wind. Plus the sand feels crunchy after being flattened by rain. I never knew it felt like that before when I’d just visit for a few days at a time.

Yesterday I was feeling sad that the whole blow up at cohousing seems to be for nothing.  The other parties seemed to gloat that I had gone and everyone exhaled that all would be smooth sailing. DIdn’t happen. Once the scapegoat goes, the problems don’t follow them.  Yet now it seems worse. The other parties directly involved with the conflict are also leaving.  Of course, the problems they caused weren’t stopped and finally caught up to them and even though the community never directly told them to stop, in a passive aggressive way they laid it out to them.  

It must have all happened for a reason. I figured it was so I would find my true passion  – the beach. Not just for vacations but for every day.

I like to write about the truth about everything – cohousing, beach, etc. The good and the bad. But the truth about the beach is that it is’ f-ing awesome!