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in which i pinch myself because surely i must be dreaming

Right outside my door is Paradise.  Alex and I sat on the dock last night watching the kids swim and catch crabs, and just kept shaking our heads saying how lucky we are to live in this beautiful spot.  I realize people go their whole life wishing they could live by the ocean, and somehow we managed to find our way to this tiny slice of Heaven where the kids can splash and play until their bodies are so filled with sunlight and joy and their little fingers and toes are completely crinkled from hugging the sea.

It certainly was more luck than anything, finding this house tucked away on south side of the Basin, surrounded by bird sanctuary where the plovers come to nest and next to the only little breakfast joint on the island right across from the beach, that and the fact that we totally deserved to find peace after a traumatic initial foray into home ownership.  It's nothing fancy for sure.  The house is small and unassuming.  The roof sometimes leaks, the windows need to be replaced, and the all the rooms could use a new coat of paint.  Minor details that dissolve on a day like this.

I love this house, this spot really, and it scares me a bit to say that because I know we won't always live here and maybe I wish we could.  It's probably why I haven't painted, why I haven't hung many pictures on the walls and staked my claim in the 6 years we've lived here, because I'll have to say goodbye someday.  My kids will have to let go too and maybe that's the most prickly thought.  I have no idea when that time will come, mind you, but there is something unsettling about the idea of home being at all temporary.  That's the hardest part, the unknown, yet it does seem silly to fret over what might happen "someday".  Another reminder, I suppose, to live in the beauty of the moment, to truly be here  in my life.  I think it's time to finally paint these walls, because I am here, wide awake, living this wild-hearted seaside dream.


  1. What a beautiful spot...
    We've always rented, and until this last place I had never wanted to really settle in... but now I love our little space with all its quirkiness and even though it's temporary, like you said, living in the moment and digging our feet into the now is heaven if we let it happen. :)

    1. i love your words, corinne! and it's funny how i look at 6 years as temporary, now that i think about it. it's the kind of thing you don't want to say out loud in case you might jinx things but that's just silly right? digging in. yes!

  2. That looks like such a beautiful and peaceful spot to live!, and I definately think you should stake your claim on it, because it is where you are right now and yes you need to enjoy the moments you are in right now!

    1. yes! a new color would make it all oh, so lovely :)

  3. Oooh...Mindy. I am so happy to have had time today to visit your beautiful blog. Your home sounds & looks beautiful. I am in the midst of preparing to move from a house we've lived in the last 10 years. I am feeling unsettled. Uprooted. And yet, your post reminds me that regardless of where our "home" is - feeling unsettled can also be a state of mind. We are so scared of uncertainty, and yet, everything in a way, is uncertain. It's all ever changing. Temporary. So I'll be more mindful today - that I can still feel balanced, centered, rooted - in the midst of big change. NOW is a daily, hourly, minute-by-minute practice! Big hugs to you. xoxo

    1. shannon, good luck with your move... transitions can be tricky, and it is the uncertainty that can be so challenging. as you so aptly recognize, so much of it is our perspective. even a tiny shift can shed more light and warmth on our view! happy trails and warmest wishes to you in your new home! xo


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