On Saturday I fly north to Nova Scotia for a week, though I'm sure my family won't want me to write about it. No one wants it to be 'discovered'. It is a very special place.
Last year over 4th of July weekend I was talking to my friend Greta about the urge I kept feeling to relocate to New York. (I was against it). I said, "Maybe I'll postpone the decision until after I go to Chester in August?" Greta replied, "Oh, you're going to spend a week with your family and then decide whether or not you want to move back East to be closer to everyone?"
So last year, vacation was followed by a trip to New York to find an apartment, then relocation in late September. In 'down time', I wasn't reading or talking with friends there or taking a nap, I was online, looking at real estate listings. My shoulders felt very tight from stress for six weeks straight.
This year it is a pleasure not be be moving. My friend Dave often said "What's the highest, best use of your time?" Well sometimes it is taking a pause, a balancing break, to chillax.
Boat to an island for a Sunday picnic. Smell the North Atlantic. Look for sea glass. Put rocky stones on your legs with the sun warming your back.
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