In just a few short hours, The Fella and I will be on our way to Cannon Beach, OR on our first-ever trip together. We’re both fantastically excited to get away, to see the sites, to test out the jacuzzi tub and basically forget all our troubles.
We’re staying at Sea Sprite on the Estuary with ocean views and have reservations for dinner at Wayfarer Restaurant (thanks for the tip Kerri Anne). Saturday we will drive 101 along the coast to arrive at Tillamook where we will eat our weight in cheese and fudge and spend the rest of the trip recovering from a lactose overload (I jest, I hope). Neither of us have ever visited Cannon Beach but we hear great things. There are sites to be seen and majestic scenery to absorb. We are ready for an adventure.
I am longing for the sight and sound of waves crashing on the shore, for some time to unwind, not be in charge, not carry the weight of problems that are not my burden, for a little peace and a little quiet and some quality time with my love.
Life has felt very heavy lately, whether I have spoken of it here or not.
I am ready to float.
“I’m in the habit of being alone/I try hard to break it I can’t on my own/I’m glad no one’s here just me by the sea/I’m glad no one’s here to mess it up for me/I’m glad no one’s here just me by the sea/But man, I wish I had a hand to hold…” – Me By The Sea, Edi Brickell & The New Bohemians