I decided that the only thing that would fix my all over sad and tired attitude was a little time at the ocean. I find it easier to relax, think and just breathe where I can hear the waves. So I packed up and drove to Oregon, my spirit home. I started to feel better around Troutdale and by the time I reached the coast, I was feeling like myself again, instead of the old, crotchety person who was inhabiting my body. I haven’t been here in a couple of years so I was surprised how much it felt like home when I drove into town. This place just speaks to my soul.
I rented a little cottage on the ocean and settled in to read, eat lots of seafood, drink some lovely Oregon wine and try to decompress.
I’ve got the middle of winter blues, which is pretty typical for me. This year I was feeling particularly crappy so I decided it was time for some time on the coast. I got here this afternoon about 2 and before I even unloaded my car and I walked down to the beach.
Yep, that’s what I’m talking about.
These are my digs for the next week…
I’m thinking that I’ll make good use of this: