Whatever floats your boat...
Hello Arkians and greatly missed friends.
Much has happened in the last bit, heh? For those of you that haven't heard, Mr. Scribbler and I were hit by a drunk driver on May 28, 2016. My beloved and best friend did not survive the accident and I have spent the last 2 years. 2 months and 3 weeks figuring out the rest of my life and healing; both physically and emotionally.
I'll spare you the details and tell you what's going on at the moment. I have become quite the scuba diver (yay!) Turns out, I must have been a mermaid in a previous life. They call me the fish whisperer because the fish just come right to me. I've always been a water lover but never had the opportunity to dive. It's magical and I could bore you for hours once I get blathering on about it. (but I won't. You are WELcome!)
I also moved. Our plan was to move back to Texas and we were in planning mode at the time of the accident. I discovered that I really couldn't stay in that house any longer, living alone in a life built for two, so I accelerated my efforts. I went down to Galveston Island to look at houses and/or boats to live on and a friend made me promise not to buy anything just yet.
I am now living on the island of Roatan. It's the largest and one of 3 islands off the coast of Honduras. And it is paradise. The diving here is amazing. We have the pleasure of being part of the Mesoamerican reef system which is second in size only to the Great Barrier Reef, which I visited and spread some of Mr. Scribber's ashes in March of 2017. We had been planning a trip there for some time.
Anyway, my island and diving has turned out to be my best physical and emotional therapy. Moving here didn't allow me to leave my shit behind, or instantly make everything perfect. But I have found peace here. Change can be scary and stressful, but missed opportunities are infinitely worse.
I hope this finds everyone well, happy and living life as they choose in their own paradise.