I spent the first 22 years of my life in the Midwest, but after four years in Okinawa and Hawaii I eat sushi more easily with chopsticks than with a fork, we go paddle boarding on the weekends, and my toddler’s favorite dinner is poke. We are now Floridians, keeping up the ocean and warm weather theme, but adding in some Puerto Rican food and a healthy dose of alligators.
We do chaos here, with two young boys, and a lot of days are hard.
We do places; lakes and oceans and walking paths and parks.
We do learning; different people, different plants, different animals, different languages.
Here are some things that I write about, some things I believe:
I believe that sometimes perfectly normal things can become extraordinary.
I believe wholeheartedly in adventure, but sometimes, (maybe often), our adventures end underwater, like this.
Or almost drowned, like this.
Or barely making it off an island before a blizzard only to get stuck in an airport, like this.
Or in just wondering why in the world we do the trips we do, like this.
Yet somehow, most of all, I believe that it’s all worth it anyway.