|Acadia National Park. September 2011.|
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I could see myself in one of those pastel-colored beach houses. I'd want mine to be yellow. A pale, inviting yellow, not a high-energy florescent yellow. My neighbors would be my friends and we'd have bonfires on the beach. I'd like running because everything is better when it happens on the coast.
I could imagine myself living in a beach house.
And then I settled in landlocked Kentucky. I've lived here my whole life. I've lived close to a city, I've lived in a couple cities, and I've lived my favorite years in town smaller than anything I ever imagined liking. But it's here where I fell in love, started becoming this grown-up version of me, finally had a family, and learned that true community is better than that beach house I used to imagine.
We do have a gorgeous lake here. And while driving out to it as I often to, I like to crank up Needtobreathe and Zac Brown Band. My kids have wanted to listen to "that beach music" lately. They mean "Where the Boat Leaves From," "Jump Right In" and "Knee Deep" by Zac Brown Band, but they'll belt out "The Outsiders" and "Slumber" by Needtobreathe along with me. It's nice having sounds that take us where me imagine while still loving where we actually are.
Really, I can't imagine a better life. And you know the beach will always be there to visit.
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