One day I'm going to move to Florida and go to the beach every day...

So... I was half right.

I've been thinking alot lately about how I used to love the beach. And how since moving to Florida I have lost that part of myself. We now live about 9 miles from the beach and do you know how long it's been since we went there? Neither do I.

Going to the beach used to be the highlight of my entire year. I only got to do it once a year, and sometimes it wasn't even every year.

I remember stopping to take pictures when we got down south enough to see a palm tree, and how excited we were to finally see signs for Gulf beaches.

Now I see palm trees all the time, they are everywhere... and I rarely notice.

I remember dreaming of moving to Gulf Shores or Panama City Beach and working in a gift shop, selling souvenirs to tourists... spending every spare moment at the beach.

Now here I am in Miami, and real life has taken over my dream.

Well that is about to change... I told Tom I want to start going to the beach again... very soon, I want to get that part of me back... I want to be the girl that thought the beach was a very special thing. I want to build sandcastles and look for shells and all that stuff. :)