Days off.

My days off are more like days on. I spend them running around town getting all of my weekly chores done: buying groceries, taking out the trash, doing my laundry, getting fuel for my vehicle, and really just getting my ducks in a row. Thankfully, those ducks are finally lining up.

Yesterday, I made seven hundred and twenty dollars. That is $720. How ever you want to say it, I made more than enough to cover my rent in one day. My most favorite client stopped me to tell me that I should be proud and very happy with my quick build-up of a clientele within the last few months. What he does not realize is that the biggest feat of all is that I have stayed here longer than anywhere else that I am ever lived--excluding my hometown--and that I have managed to live in the Hamptons for going 5 months now. I have been at my current job 16 weeks as of May 2, 2013, and as of right now, I could not be happier.

Last week was tough, nearly miserable. But, my lovely roommate and I have managed to work things out together, talk everything over and fix all of our current issues (she finally got a full-time job!)

The sun is not shining, the air is only slightly warm enough to get away with simply long sleeves and pants (as opposed to a winter jacket), and I just used the last bit of cash to finish off my weekly chore-list...you guys want to know a secret? I am happy.

xoxo

April showers bring May flowers.

We hear this phrase throughout our entire childhood; being a child of the South, I grew up wondering why we sang songs about April showers and May flowers. See, where I grew up, February showers (sometimes January showers) bring March (and some February) flowers. Well, April is here in the North, and so are the showers.

I have missed the rain, the smell, the quiet before the storm. Mostly, I have missed the sound of the birds chirping following a brisk Spring storm. Yesterday, I saw lightening for the first time in half of a year. It was miraculous. What was even more miraculous: the 70 degree sun beating on my skin moments before the storm rolled in off the ocean.

Backtracking to Monday, I spent the warm Spring day in The City. Central Park was full of bikers, runners and children laughing; every moment of that day was spent blissfully. It was the first time I have been in the city during a Spring day--a warm, sunny Spring day. While it is a slight let-down that I do not get to wake in The City every day, I am learning to appreciate my quant (and sweet) community in Sag Harbor.

As the warm air is rolling in each morning, I am breathing it in, smelling the ocean and opening my heart and mind to the North Eastern shoreline.

I am happy, and that's all I really ever wanted.

xoxo