Holy guacamole Batman, where do I begin? Bullet points, that’s where.
*We are only three away from receiving 1000 messages on the blog! That’s insane! Now, with that being said, please, PLEASE forgive me for the lack of responding over the past few months. There’s not a “reply” button, and that sucks. But I do want to say, THANK YOU for all the love and support from all our friends and family that has come through these blog messages. It’s a real pleasure to know so many loved ones are interested in my daily ramblings about the tedious process we are going through. It’s humbling and elevating all at the same time.
*Today is the 6 month anniversary of Nick’s skydiving accident. We are quietly celebrating. There’s a soothing calm in knowing how far Nick has come in such a short time. And similarly, there is a frenzying anxiety in knowing that we’ve been enduring this difficult journey now for six whole months. I’d say our general vibe is something in between those two states. And then, as we day dream of life six months from now, a subdued giddiness rushes over us at the thought of how distant our present reality will seem at that point.
*We just got back from a short breather down at the beach. Huge apologies to friends whom we didn’t call (everyone). We just wanted to break away and enjoy each others company without all the bullshit of life getting in our way. It’s amazing how completely recharged and refreshed we feel after a brief 48 hour break like that. That’s all it takes apparently. Forget month-long backpacking tours exploring the treasures of Southeast Asia. A weekend at the beach, a mere hour from our house is good enough for now.
The weather was absolutely gorgeous on Friday and Saturday. I really don’t think it’s possible to be any more perfect than it was. We strolled up and down the beach many times, engaged in hours of entertaining people watching, did lots of walking therapy along the concrete walls and drank our weight in hot herbal tea. Wow, putting it like that makes it seem like the perfect vacation for a couple of retired snowbirds. Well, it was perfect for us!
A few of our fondest memories: an outrageous ”locals” dress-up Bocci Ball competition, savory cream of spinach soup, saving $50 in parking because of the handicap parking pass, running along the beach while pushing Nick in his wheelchair, saving a big pink star fish that accidently got beached, meditating to the sound of the fireplace in our room, free lavish breakfast buffet each morning, a man with no legs doing handstands for money, eating a gourmet dinner outside in the rain while being serenaded by two phenomenal guitarists, surviving a Bikram class after indulging in happy hour, late night tapas by the pier, petting lots of friendly doggies, walking in the drizzly weather, daydreaming about all the beach front mansions we walked past…. but the best part of our vacation was getting home safely, and feeling grateful to be here. Nothing feels better than that.
Nick Fener 