My job is beach

I have loved the beach for as long as I can remember. Every trip made to the beach ended in deep sadness when we had to drive away. Any time I saw a picture of the beach, I yearned. I ached. I needed to go to the coast. Wherever that coast was…I needed to be there. Even in the little gulf beach towns, I would think, “I could live here.” My heart would be so sad knowing that was never a possibility for me.

When I started dating Michael, we flew back and forth from Arkansas to California to see each other. Every single trip to California meant I got to see the ocean. Rain or shine…we went. I had to. The ocean was calling me.

My first view of the Pacific Ocean

It was December and cold and I loved every minute of it. I shivered and soaked in the beauty of the sea as long as I could. Michael had to drag me away. I never ever want to leave.

The Lord literally smoothed the path for me to get to California. I never in a million years would have guessed that I would one day live so close to the coast. So close to the ocean. I’ve been here since June and I still never get enough. I don’t know if that will ever change for me. The beauty, the sounds, the smell, the air, the sand, the water. the taste of salt on my lips…I never get enough.

I have been job searching for MONTHS and MONTHS. I just can’t find get any bites on jobs that would be good for our schedule. If you are job hunting right now, I can empathize. What a complete nightmare!

So for now…my job is beach.