I haven’t posted in a bit, but it’s been for good (if hectic) reason. Shortly after we got back from Colorado, our kids came home from summer visitation with their Dad. It was a tough stretch for me, as it was the first summer that their Dad decided to take his entire 30 days, uninterrupted (usually he breaks it up into two, two week segments). I’ve never gone that long without my kids, and missed them desperately, especially since I’m home in the summer, and they were only 25 minutes away.
Cross one more divorce milestone off my list. Sigh.
But now they’re home (yay!) and we headed out to spend some quality family time. First we drove down to San Antonio to visit my sister and her family (always a good time) and hit up Schlitterbahn. Then it was home for a brief 24 hours to do laundry, repack, drop the dog off at the kennel, and we headed out on a road trip to Panama City Beach, Florida.
As a Rhode Island native, I’m (shockingly) pretty happy living in Dallas, with one exception. I need to get to the ocean at least once a year. Colorado was beautiful, and fun, but it’s not my place. I firmly believe that the ocean is restorative, and healing. It’s hard for me to feel stressed at the shore. Even though I’m raising them in the landlocked, concrete jungle of Dallas, I’m trying to instill an appreciation of the ocean in my kids. It was a great vacation, and I’m so glad I planned (and paid for) the trip before I knew that we would be moving the week we came back.
Oh yeah. Turns out this summer we’re also selling our house(s) and buying a new house.
Trying to hold on to that ocean zen..