If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

I have a ton of destinations on my bucket list to check off before I can explicitly answer this question.

I want to visit Sicily again, this time sober and able to venture further than the airport. I’d like a little more time in Alaska,  Spain, the U.K., Italy, and Germany. Again, sober and able to explore on my own. My military brothers and sisters were great travel companions when it came to safety and fun, but sightseeing as a group takes away from the experience. My husband still owes me a trip to Greece (hint, hint – Marty, if you’re reading this). I’d like to see the Maldives. And Iceland. And Scotland. And Ireland. I could go on and on.  There’s a great big, wide world out there!!

If I had to choose somewhere stateside now to live, I would have to say somewhere coastal and warm.

I don’t want to live near the beach, I’d need to live on the beach. I want to wake to the sound of waves crashing each morning. Taste the salty spray in the air and feel sand beneath my feet. I want to add “walk on the beach” to my routine, putting miles on my pedometer daily. I want to watch the sun dip under the horizon every evening and pop back up each morning. 

Hell, I’d even be up for sand all over and in everything for the rest of my life.

Alas, a move into a condo on the beach isn’t in the cards right now. Until that time, I am perfectly content living right where I’m at, on my little 5.85 acre piece of Illinois.

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I broke my daily prompt posting streak yesterday. Work was rough. I was frazzled? Under the weather? In a funk? Exhausted? Irritated by everyone and everything? All of the above? After I logged off, I took a nap on my deliciously comfortable couch while my husband made dinner. I was in bed by 7:30, catching up on some much needed rest. Hopefully I’m back to posting daily. If not, I’ve determined that rest is slightly more important. I’m sure you’ll understand.