This weekend we had Perfect Weather. I went to the beach 4 times in less than 30 hours. On Saturday I went surfing. We saw 3 of the biggest, slowest moving dolphins I have ever seen. They were about 10 feet from my sister. She was farther out than me. She said it was a little uncomfortable. We’re not animal people.
That night, I went down to the shore and dipped my toes after a few cocktails. Cold water can really sober you up.
On Sunday, I went bodysurfing. Then I came home, made a sandwich, and went back to take a nap and to catch up on my Us Weeklies (ha—that spelling can’t be right).
I ran into a dude from high school on Sat. night who said he’d just moved back from NYC and missed it “a lot!” I was like, really? Why?
I’m still wondering why I don’t need to adjust. It’s strange how I can feel so comfortable in two extremely different places. If I’m so happy here, how I could have lived in NYC for so long? I haven’t missed New York for a second, and I feel perfectly at home (literally) here. Why did I stay on the east coast? I’m weird.