My husband, David, is in the Marine Corps so we are constantly moving. Trying to start over in every new state seems to be an adventure in itself. There is a lot of places to see and explore. A new adventure every weekend trying to find our own little restaurants, in hopes to make this new place our home. All the while, trying to make new friends and build a community in a place you know barely anyone. And through all of this, i have learned that life is awkward.
For instance this weekend David and I bought a new kayak! Which in itself, is very exciting for many reasons... as much as I love the idea of being an adventurous girl.... at heart, I really just like to do what I already know. SO this creates a problem considering the only place to go kayaking is in the ocean. I don't know the ocean. I never grew up near one. I like the idea of it, but being in the middle of the very large ocean that I COULD BE LOST IN, terrifies me. The only problem is.. it Seems that i didn't figure this out till we were in the ocean, past the harbor, and the waves had started to crash. I honestly feel bad for David because all of a sudden I am freaking out. Not just like a quiet not moving freak out, but more of a nauseous I am going to be sick if we don't turn around right this instant freak out. David just sits there confused and perplexed mainly because it was my idea to buy a kayak...
All I know is the idea of being adventurous is glorious. However, all I seem to do is master awkwardness. And So it goes, on our little life adventure of repeating the same weekends over and over again. Will I ever learn?? Probably not.
