The Simple Life

Yes. It’s true. Every once in a while the army sends you somewhere nice. A place you might actually enjoy living. It’s almost like a well deserved reward for all of the other crap. Well, that’s the way it should work anyway, because there is a lot of other crap.

That is where we are now.

Coffee from sun up til sun down. Rocky shores and cold feet and toes.

Cool evenings and salty breezes.

Walks through forests green. Fresh air, and pine trees.

Sea-side farmer’s market. Fresh fruit and berries.

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The days seem longer. The sun rises earlier and sets later.

Exploring every corner.

Catching crabs on the beach.

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Houses dot the hillside overlooking the sound. Cedar shake shingles. Narrow streets easily lost within. A step back in time.

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house steilWater awaits at every turn. That is somehow where I always find myself; at the water’s edge.

How lucky I must be to live in such a place.

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About Reflections of a Super Stew

Ex-flight attendant turned army wife- Reflecting on the life of 2 flight attendants based in NYC. Travelling the world together, marrying the weekend after 911, Proving love conquers all as the adventures continue. Currently serving in the US Army. I reserve the rights to all written blog posts, and photos at https://superstew39.wordpress.com/ and https://www.facebook.com/superstew39
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