When do you feel the most comfortable?
My grandparents (on my dad's side) own this island (I also found out a couple weeks ago that they are selling it so I'm pretty bummed) and I have grown up on that island. It's enclosed by a ton of trees, so you can just sit on the back porch with a cup of coffee and play a couple tunes on the guitar (that's usually what I do). When I'm on the boat, driving to the island, I feel calm, probably the calmest I would ever be. And when I take my first step on the pine needled ground, I feel at home, I feel this serenity that I never get anywhere else, it's what makes me what to stay there longer so I don't have to deal with the fucked up shit that goes on in the world.
Throughout my life, there has been many bad situations that I've encountered that I wish I wasn't involved in. And whenever I think of those situations or I just can't sleep, I literally go to my brother's or my dad's room and tell them that I need to go to the island. And they understand, even if it's in the middle of winter I will still go to the island.
No bad things have happened on that wonderful piece of land.
I can actually sleep there, which I barely do in my own fucking bed! Yes, I do sometimes sleep but I can only sleep if I'm so tired that I can't move (that doesn't happen a lot).
Anyways, whenever I wake up, I get out of bed, get a cup of coffee, grab my guitar and sit on the porch and strum the chords of some song that's in my head.
My island makes me calm. It makes all my anxiety off my shoulders when I hear the wind blow through the trees.
I feel happy there.
Throughout my life, there has been many bad situations that I've encountered that I wish I wasn't involved in. And whenever I think of those situations or I just can't sleep, I literally go to my brother's or my dad's room and tell them that I need to go to the island. And they understand, even if it's in the middle of winter I will still go to the island.
No bad things have happened on that wonderful piece of land.
I can actually sleep there, which I barely do in my own fucking bed! Yes, I do sometimes sleep but I can only sleep if I'm so tired that I can't move (that doesn't happen a lot).
Anyways, whenever I wake up, I get out of bed, get a cup of coffee, grab my guitar and sit on the porch and strum the chords of some song that's in my head.
My island makes me calm. It makes all my anxiety off my shoulders when I hear the wind blow through the trees.
I feel happy there.