17 July 2015

beach living

Remeber how I said our hearts were ripe for the picking, God was in the move, and everything just snowballed?

It was all so true.

We've been living in Virginia Beach (I told the kids we moved to Vacation--they agreed) for a month and a few days now. There are still boxes that I keep avoiding, and adjustment takes time. We have had plenty of bumps in the road--both in practical issues and emotional But every one of us is happy here. We have new friends who are sweet and true. Our hearts are full. When we came the week before our actual move to house hunt and worship with the believers we had spoken to, my heart was at home. That, my friends, is huge. So very huge. When four kids are glad they moved to a new place--and you hear at them thanking God we got to move here...wow. All in a matter of weeks.

So yes, we drop everything and hit the ocean from time to time. I've learned the secret to getting sand off your skin (you have to comment if you want to know--must be a local-to-the-beach thing...). We're becoming multi-swim suit family with a stash of beach prep always at the ready for the next spontaneous ocean outing. My boys cannot wait to learn to really surf and I will be on the shore praying for the sharks to swim the other away.

There is such a relaxed atmosphere here. Perhaps it's the constant vacation mode of the residents, I'm not sure. But the traffic is at most "busy"--there are only a few hot spots that back up (like underwater tunnels at certain hours--oh, how my kids love those tunnels, and no you can't see through them); the transient, military town is warm and friendly; everywhere I go feels simpler than it used to. Well, except the grocery store with kids in tow. That's as challenging as ever. People here even grasp the severity of food allergies immediately. It matters to them, no playing naive or acting like I've made something more difficult--they just roll with it.

And my writing has begun to find a groove again (that always keeps my heart in a happy place). I've found local ACFW peeps, and most exciting of all is one of my crit partners live a few hours away. We've already got plans for a one day writer's conference a little north of us--perfect excuse for a night in a hotel laughing.

We love it. Can you tell?

p.s.  My husband's "commute" is an 8 minute drive...from parking lot to driveway!