In August it will be two years that we’ve lived in East Central Illinois.
We left behind the water and the trees and everything familiar to begin our beginning in the middle – four years into our marriage, with one child in tow, my husband went back to graduate school as a full-time doctoral candidate and I launched a tentative freelancing career.
While I mourn our old life in many ways, I am certain that the exciting opportunities in front of us now would not have come had we stayed in our 109-year-old Dutch Colonial in Western New York.
Many a day passes when I don’t think of the shining waters of Lake Ontario. Instead my mind is focused on the task at hand: raising our daughter, working on my travel column, trying to stem the flotsam and jetsam of a family of three.
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I understand your craving for the ocean. It relaxes and energizes like nothing else.
There’s nothing quite like that ocean smell, is there? If I could I’d bottle some up and send it your way!