Wednesday, June 2, 2010
We spent a glorious Memorial Day Weekend in my favorite beach town. We are lucky that my father keeps a tiny little condo near the ocean and we get to go play in whenever we want.
The boys have grown up there over many weeks at the beach. Every time I'm there I don't want to come home. If I could convince Hubs, and don't think I haven't tried, that we should move there...I would be gone tomorrow.
Alas, for now it's only our getaway place. Life seems slower there. Life seems quieter there. I love everything about it. I love that the boys can literally entertain themselves for hours in the water and on the sand. Neo, the dog even loved it!
Why are we as Americans so tied to our jobs and status and debt. Other countries place such a higher value on vacation and family time. I'd give up my whole house to live in a small condo near the beach. I would get up every weekend and walk on the beach and sip hot delicious coffee while the waves washed up around my feet.