The Gears of My Mind

One cannot be in Cape Cod without wanting more of it. It is not what Cape Cod has to offer, as much as what Cape Cod does to you, what it makes you feel, and what it makes you desire. I have spent every year of my 42 that I can remember hoping to be at the Cape more often. Whether "more often" meant/means three weeks instead of two, a month, visits more often, or something completely different, I'm not sure. But I know my soul is called to this area.

The sand between my toes grounds me as the brisk wind whips my unruly curls like leather across my back and face. There is not other feeling quite like the simple pleasures of Cape Cod air and sea. I'm sure I romanticize what my life would be like here, because, of course, I am on vacation when I am here. But I truly don't care if I do romanticize it. I crave it. I crave the Cape like some women crave chocolate, like an alcoholic craves liquor, and a nymphomaniac craves s*x. A peaceful longing encompasses me when I reach the outskirts of the Cape, hitting Route 6 and watching the changing of the grass to the sand, and the trees of one type to Cape trees. The happiness I feel here is like a euphoria that does not dissipate.

I am thinking now, and thank goodness I have a wonderful husband who will do whatever I desire as long as he can find work in the area and the kids will be happy - I am thinking that perhaps when he retires from the military in 3 years we should rent our house for a year and move to the Cape to test it out. See how we like the year-round Cape, versus the vacation Cape. That is where my mind is headed.....

I miss my Nest friends - sorry I'm not on as often while I'm on vacation - but I am so happy to know in my heart that you'll all be here when I return. And those of you who have taken over for me and welcomed our newbees (you all know who you are - there are several of you) - given quick advice to those in need - and generally kept the Nest going - Thank you. I think of each of you every day...