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 I so cannot afford to go to florida this year, but my ass is getting on that plane and going.

This will be my 3rd year flying to Daytona to spend a glorious 10 days with my friends at their home in New Smyrna Beach, shark bite capital of the world.  This, from a girl who refused to go into ocean water for years after watching "Jaws".

And i could care less.

It's the undertow and waves that almost killed me my first year there, sharks are not my concern.  But i'm stronger and more steady on my feet this year, i'm hoping to do some actual swimming.  So you never know.....i might be a tasty treat.

Getting my real ID drivers license at the last minute became an expense i was not ready for.  Why?  Because i had back taxes, like a loser.  But i eventually managed to get it, and have it in my hot little hand, my ticket to ride.  I got Miyagi all squared away, so he has all his paperwork and is ready to sniff the florida air again with me.

Then my cell phone up and died.  So i had to buy a new one, outright.  Which sucked my bank account dry yet again and then didn't even have the courtesy to work properly.  Now i'm in the process of returng that one and getting a new one...financed, against my better judgement.  I'm trying so hard to get out of debt this year and the forces are all against me.

But i'm going.  Come hell or high water, and i'm quite sure both will be present.  The heat of hell, and shark infested waters......vacation here i come!

And i simply cannot wait.

I love this couple with all of my heart.  I found them by accident because of the pandemic and we never would have met otherwise.  They have become family.  

And this year, they invited the rest of our insane crew so it's about to get interesting.  One is bringing her 16 year old son which will make walking around half naked out of the question- and i sincerely doubt we will be going to the nudie beach this year. I did it a few times so now i know what it's about and its fine if i don't go back.  The freedom of it though, that is really something.

Not sexy AT ALL.

I just  want to hang out with my friends, eat some gummies, laugh, grill food and relax on the beach taking cat naps and talking about wierd stuff.  That sounds like heaven.

And i can't wait to get up with the sunrise, grab my cup of coffee and head out to the beach for a solo walk every morning.  There is nothing so humbling as being at the beach when it's pretty empty and realizing how very small we are in the big picture of life.  That also, is very freeing.

I'm going on a very tight budget this year.  but i'm going.  Because life needs to be lived.  And memories need to be made.  And people are what is important, not things.

It can't come quick enough. 

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