far away.

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I will live my life as a lobster man’s wife
On an island in the blue bay
He will take care of me, he will smell like the sea
And close to my heart he’ll always stay

I will bare three girls all with dark brown curls
Named Ella, and Nellie and Fay
While I’m combing their hair, i will catch his warm stare
On our island, in the blue bay

Far away, far away, i wanna go far away,
To a new life, on a new shoreline
Where the water is blue, and the people are new
To another island, in another life

sometimes, on certain days, all i want to do is pack my things and leave. for no particular reason. i get these urges. i get fed up. i get frustrated about my job, money, people that suck and other endless annoyances that i feel would go away if i just lived on a beautiful island, full of serenity, simplicity and an endless supply of tropical fruit. just saying. spain is still so far away, it’s almost like it’s not even happening because my plans have changed so many times. i’m nervous i’ll lose focus and put off important things like finding a place to live or getting my european passport because i feel like i have so much time. i’m determined and come by the beautiful month of september ( i’m crossing my fingers) shawn and i will have everything figured out and ready to move across the world, to live in lovely valencia. it will be here before i know it, right? till then i’ll bask in costa rican rays and surf sandy breaks. someone give me a rum drink in a coconut, stat. seriously, it never get’s old. neither does roasting my skin on a tropical island for 7 days.

january is alway full of empty resolutions and new beginnings. i have high hopes for this year. i’m looking forward to thousands of new photos, new friends ( and old), new places to travel to, new music and of course a new slimmer me. ahahahahahha! hey, everyone else is doing it, why can’t i? those resolutions never last and by never i mean i never even attempt it. i think i’m just meant to be  “big boned” and “curvy” aka bullshit. but i’ll try to change my body with more runs with my dogs and plenty of gym time. and baked ziti. gotta have baked ziti.

i’m doomed.

i promise to write more often as well. perhaps fill these entries with things other than useless rambling. i guess that’s just me. and i happen to like to talk about nothing and everything. i’m kind of boring i suppose. and repetitive. but what do i know? i’m no blog expert.

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