Living at the Beach

I have now lived at the beach for almost 3 weeks. I have spent a grand total of 1 evening at the beach since I moved, and that was the exact day I moved in. I just can't bring myself to go to the beach alone and every time I make plans with someone to go, it rains. What gives? I mentioned this lack of surf and sand to a local who's response to me was "once you move to the beach, you never actually GO to the beach". That makes me sad. But I think I'm starting to understand why, who wants to sit out at the beach alone or pay $12 a day for parking? That is insane!

I have, however, unpacked most of my apartment and organized the rooms. Spent 2 mornings at the outdoor pool and almost had an afternoon under my belt until I got to the pool and realized it was empty because they had a closed sign and a lock on the gate. I have managed to apply for a plethora of jobs only a very small handful of which I really want. And I have gone fishing.

I have a love/hate relationship with salt water fishing. I hate trying to be patient and wait for a fish to come along, I hate getting attacked by bugs no matter how much 40% Deet bug spray I douse myself in, I hate the disappointment of getting all excited at a nibble only to reel in...my bait. But I love the time it gives me with Nathan, I love the feeling of pleasure I get from reeling in even a little fish, not to mention the excitement I felt when I caught my first shark! And I love the prospect of some day catching a fish big enough to eat!

 I have enjoyed my fishing trips enough that Nathan has given me one of his fishing rods as my own :-) and we took a trip to Dick's Sporting Goods last night where I bought my very first tackle bag. I managed to find a pink bag with a cause...it supports breast cancer research! Hooray! It also came with two pink tackle boxes and I bought a plain one that came with hooks and weights. I can't wait to get to go out fishing again with my awesome pink bag and amazing little fishing pole.