When we left the island on Friday, it wasn’t a particularly lovely day. No the winds were angry and the palms (I like palms) were whipping in those winds.
But there were palms. And just over those palms…there was an ocean with beautiful sandy beaches. This was my home! I ventured out often and I was comfortable and HAPPY!
But life throws us curve balls. You learn to dodge and miss, or you swing batta batta swing! We chose to swing. We had to move. We had to be a family. We could make this work. But we moved to this…
There are no palms here. No indeed. There are pines and oaky things (I don’t like pines or oaky things) and beyond these not so pretty trees…bright lights, big city. I’m not a fan!
Have I given this place a fair shot? I absolutely have NOT. I’m still in mourning. Why? Because just over these trees (let’s put aside the make and model of the foliage) there are no beaches. There is no sand. There are no shiny happy people! Nope…just bright lights, big city, and lots and lots of traffic.
The furthest I’ve ventured out is Walmart (yes I’m aware you are not surprised) because it is less than 2 miles away. But even at Walmart…nobody knows my name.
I promise I’ll give this place, these Woodlands, a shot, but this will never be home to me. Home is where my heart is and my heart lives here, but my happiness will always be found on the island. My family agrees, so it’s all good. I can share my feelings here.
I’m afraid of this bright light, big city place. I’ll acclimate, but I don’t think I’ll ever be “home” again until I can see my sandy beaches on a daily basis.
Counting the days until we can reunite with the palms. Stupid pine trees! Don’t get me wrong…we’ll make the best of this. The people are super nice and the area is great. I’ll just never be a city slicker no matter how hard I try to hide out in “The Woodlands”. I know what’s beyond those woods and I long for “The Island”.