This is my left hand after only two or three hours of work. The cardboard in the boxes dries my skin so that every time I touch something, my fingers bleed. My wife is a saint for occasionally letting these touch her.
And I guess I can kiss my dream of being a hand model goodbye (pffsh…)
| — | Jon Foreman (Switchfoot) |
So this past Thursday morning, Kelsey and I loaded up ol’ Lilly (my car) and we headed out on a six and a half hour drive to a place called Emerald Isle. It’s a beach - a wonderful beach where someone in her family owns a trailer. It was, without a single doubt in my mind, the best time of my life so far. I felt so at home there - and without ever having been there in my life! The first day, I even found myself accidentally calling the trailer “home”. It felt so right. Kelsey and I spent - literally - every moment from 7:30 AM Thursday morning until we got back to her house Sunday evening together. She hardly left my reach, even. It was so incredible, and I’ll never forget it. I know Kelsey really enjoyed herself there - she loves it there. I’ve never been so deeply sad to leave somewhere. It hurt my heart knowing how much everything felt like home there and knowing that I had to come back to a place that I no longer consider home - back to a job that I know only leads to a dead end. From the moment that the front tires of my car touched the huge bridge onto the island, I knew that I was going to feel that way. This is a happy post, though! So - as it turns out -> I love Emerald Isle. I love everything about it. And, as if I didn’t already know - I know for sure now that Kelsey and I can go at least 4 days of being together without pause - and not kill each other - or even irritate each other. I got some wonderful photos of everything as well, which you’ll see periodically on here and you can see all of them on my Flickr - here - .
