No place to be but where you are

A five paragraph essay

While the rest of the Seattle’s and Minneapolis’, the Detroit suburbs and the real girls with office jobs and apartments with pillows and matching bed spreads put on Netflix and dinner on the stove, I am playing chicken with the high tide. The sun is out for the first time in days—

The first week of these things is the hardest. I think a lot of those other girls with established lives and their beds and showers and how I ended up on an island in May. My body aches though we haven’t covered much ground, with more layover days than planned already, and two repairs. But the sun really does change everything, and the 45 and raining is temporary, a factor of an unseasonably cold May and shoulder season.

The first week, maybe two, will be hard. Andy & I spent so much of the winter working, too tired to get out much and too busy, too cold, too dark too early, that we’re a little out of shape and out of practice.

But we’ve got nowhere to be and in no certain time, no place to be but alive in our skin and happy to be there.

Right now the sun is warm and the tide is high, and there’s no place in the world quite like the place you are. One day, I’ll have an apartment and real world responsibilities and places to be and alarms and times and clean clothes and all that. Until then, I’m mostly just thinking about tomorrow.

High tide vs low tide in the same spot

Boats on the shore just after sunset