Maybe it’s the constant rain (and lack of thunder) here in North Central Ohio, or the fact that I haven’t left Ohio (other than to PA, of course) in just under a year, but by golly it’s time to get out of here for a little bit! Don’t get me wrong! I love Ohio, and I will probably always come back to it. But this time last year, I was packing up and moving out of my home in North Carolina. This year, I’m watching Roseanne, doing crunches and squats on my living room floor, having ridiculous dreams, and wishing someone was here to go for a night walk with me.
So where do I want to go? Well, somewhere cheap of course! I still have great friends in Wilmington who are willing to let Mike and I hunker down for a bit, so we planning a trip in June (BE READY). I cannot wait to get back to Carolina Beach and Flaming Amy’s. And don’t tell anyone, but I’ve begun to miss it. I miss the Fat Pelican and the Reel Cafe, the downtown smell and the night time beach walks. I miss the moon on the ocean and the and at my feet. BAH! I swore I’d never miss that place…but I do. And most of all, I miss the people. I made great friends down there. I think it’s safe to say that if Wilmington hadn’t been sooooo far away from my family, and my father hadn’t had a heart attack, and people hadn’t needed me, that I would have loved it. It’s just SO hard when you can’t get to those you love.
And I do have a lot of good memories there. Tons of them… Many of them were with Mike, who I only got to spend two months in Wilmington with, and those were some of the best.
I miss the meteor shower on the beach, turning 24 in the ocean, drinking on the dock, staring at the ocean during a storm.
Mike also has an uncle out in Arizona, and we’re pretty sure that we’ll head that way (probably toward the fall) for a vacation. I’ve never been west besides Las Vegas, and I’d KILL for a desert sunset.
I want so badly to go to Berkley Springs, West Virginia, where I’ve only ever driven through and stopped once at a Sheetz for a chicken caesar salad. I felt as though I belonged there, with the quaint downtown, the yellow sunshine, and the sparkling roads. But that’s a post for another time.
So as much as I might have said that I didn’t like living in North Carolina, I did. Minus the humidity. And as much as I might have said that I would never go back, I will. I am sorry if I ever offended any of you by saying these things. I miss you.