Last weekend found us exploring the coastline for potential homes. I don’t ask for much, just a historic home high above the tsunami hazard zone with an amazing view. Out in the country, but close to town.
Of course the competition’s name is Windy Ridge so that is a challenge. I LOVE it here. As far as earthly homes go, I think this one is perfect.
Alas…
The ocean is calling Levi’s name. Opposites do attract because I am petrified of that infinite mass of saltwater. If I had my way none of the boys would board a vessel without first putting on their life jacket, safety harness, arm floats, snorkel…
I love the beach towns, the quaint old homes, the smell of salt & fish, the easy living and looking at the the ocean. I just don’t want it to swallow me.
Naturally, tsunamis scare me. Did I tell you about the time that one was chasing us? Intense. We evacuated in about 5 seconds flat and escaped with only minor injuries. The injuries were from the evacuation(considering the tsunami didn’t end up exsiting).
That doesn’t change the fact that I know what it feels like to be chased by a monster wave. In that moment there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that we were about to be crushed, swallowed and spit out by the ocean.
I wonder if we move to the ocean if I will have a nervous breakdown? I most certainly would if I felt the earth tremor. How does one gather up 9 children?
Why did the chicken cross the road?
If you are in the market for 8000 sq feet and 84 acres….have we got a deal for you 