Wow, it’s been a few weeks since our last blog post. So much going on, without much happening. Except that, we moved! Who does that in the middle of a pandemic? We do!
Carli & Devon are starting their new (lovey-dovey) lives while Carli navigates her job back with Disney. In the last handful of months we’ve been tossing around ideas for what our next step was to be.
What To Do?!
Mind mapping, vision boards, dart boards… we explored them all. We both agreed staying close to “the lovebirds” would be helpful since their wedding is 9 months away. We also agreed that buying a second home didn’t make sense – been there, done that. Hali was pulling for a van upgrade, something more self-contained. I thought, traveling during a pandemic? Yeah, that makes sense. Well, those ideas went nowhere.
We are all for taking leaps into the unknown, but with a year full of uncertainties – unprecedented and unpredictable – it’s no time to be galliVANting around this chaos. We chose a path of least resistance.
A little over a week ago we rented a U-Haul and hauled our belongings from the shadows of the Magic Kingdom, 70 miles east to a barrier island between the Indian & Banana Rivers and the Atlantic. A skinny strip of land just north of the famed Cocoa Beach known as the Space Coast.
We have planted ourselves here for one year. I like to call it, Woody’s Salty Space.
So Far So Good
We’re not in a retirement community, though this place has its share of retirees. Not many young families, but there are some, and as we figure out our routine, we’ve been meeting some of these neighbors from six feet away. There’s a small group Hali calls the Sunset Club – folks gather nightly on the association’s dock and watch the sun melt into the west. Just the other night we witnessed the drama of the Sahara “Godzilla” Dust Cloud, and you always have to look behind you – there’s often a spectacle happening there too.
From the same dock we have a good view of rocket launches – our first launch was last Tuesday.
Just about everyday we’re at the beach. Our bikes are loaded with the beach essentials and the two of us enjoy happy hour on the Atlantic side. For the time being, it’s difficult to imagine that getting old.
So, as this is a good year to stay close, enjoy the outdoors, and limit our travel, I think we’ve made a good decision. What I tell Hali: this was the most practical choice given the circumstances. She doesn’t agree with me all the time, but when she’s at the beach, she doesn’t argue. Right now, life is good.