Monday, August 22, 2011

From Seclusion to New Beginnings


I’m sitting on a tough wooden deck, dangling my legs over the edge as my feet twist and turn in the wildflowers below. A fleeting breeze touches my face and the looming sun plays with the golden strands of my hair. A canoe glides across the glass-surfaced water while hundreds of small blackbirds sway their flying forms into the woods ahead. This has to be my favorite place in the world. The only place that I’ve ever been where I felt like I was the last person left on earth. A place where the town is so small that Internet is a privilege and can only be obtained at certain hours in the town hall. My nirvana, my escape, and my homeland, Saint joseph Island Canada is my favorite place.


Flash forward five years and the secluded Canadian deck is gone. It’s now replaced by course sand and the sound of distant roaring waves. I’m sitting on a beach nestled in front of the Pacific Ocean. I just got off work and managed to beat the busy California traffic and settle my toes into the familiar warmness of the beaches’ sand. Although I have had the honor of experiencing what life can be like in the wilderness protected by strong maple trees, I’m now confident in myself to leave my reclusive past behind and join the land of the living.  

1 comment:

  1. In imagining yourself there in five years, is it on a vacation or are you living there?

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