Today was a spectacular day. It was unseasonably warm, and beautifully sunny, so after work today I rode out to the beach for a nice bike ride. As I passed so many wonderful beach cottages it got me thinking about the perfect beach house.
I'm sure the grass is always greener, but I think I would be perfectly happy to live on a beach somewhere for the rest of my life. Here's my perfect beach house: a brightly painted shack somewhere with warm water, a hammock on the back porch to take afternoon naps in, wind chimes to catch the ocean breeze, a deck to sit on in the evenings and watch the ocean, and a garden taking up the whole yard, within biking or walking distance from a grocery store and a little cafe that serves great fish tacos. And of course, some wonderful people to share it all with.
What more could you ask for?
P.S. - If you like to torture yourself about living in the tropics, check out this blog. You will want to move to Hawaii. (I mean, who doesn't want to carve a pineapple for Halloween?)
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