Our moods were dark and somber
after that final phone call came.
The mornings are still the hardest;
Filled with relentless praying and blame.
No home, no job, no direction.
Our home goods are drifting off to sea.
We keep hearing "the world is our oyster";
But that pearl looks more like a pea.
Just like Santa's red sack,
we're lugging worries, stress and doubt.
If one more "present" is added,
ALL will come tumbling out.
Our irons are in the fire,
and hopefully soon, one will be hot.
We can't control our destiny,
but sitting idle, we are not.
Some days are full of fury.
From those storm clouds, I can't hide.
Other days are filled with gratitude;
And Jekyll isn't missing Hyde.
I fear the monster within
for he has embedded his claws in me,
But so has the white sand, and blue surf
and the crazy crabs that roam the sea.
New York is a distant memory.
Our summer will never run out.
A future filled with sunshine and swimming
is what this Salt Life is all about.
Florida is the best place I've lived;
And after 37 days I would know.
The cast of characters is vast,
even the wildlife puts on a show.
Our own bed, free wifi, and fast forward
are the little things that we miss.
Though we know if we have to be stranded...
It doesn't get much better than this!
We miss all sense of normalcy.
Anything resembling routine, we hold dear.
We're thankful for weekly trivia;
Where good friends hold our spot and cold beer.
I started this blog with a drive through Hana;
The message was metaphorically implied:
"Life is a series of journeys,
We can't forget to enjoy the (LONG) ride!"
I'm doing my best to take my own advice...
At least I'm taking this journey with my best friend.
We have no idea where this road will lead,
But we're sure there's peace and happiness waiting at the end...
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