The water was the perfect temerature for swimming and crystal-clear. The dunes were inviting, and the sand wasn't too hot. The weather was gorgeous. There weren't any seagulls or dead fish. People stayed away from us. It was absolutely the best thing I have ever done for myself. (And Kirstin had fun, too.) Then at night, we went to Lake Michigan and watched the sun set, and I remembered who I am, what makes me happy, and that I haven't changed at my roots. When I was a little girl I sat on that same beach and found out who I was in the first place. It was a good place to return.
Today is insane, but I can handle it. Nothing is going to freak me out after a great weekend at the lake. My house closing is tomorrow, and I just got all the utility transfers done. The only detail to be worked out is the down payment. I had my dad cut cashier's checks for it already and he will be dropping it off in my mailbox this afternoon on his way home. The realtor, however, just called me five minutes ago to tell me they needed to be made out differently. BBBAAAAAH.
Little does she know that I'm calm, peaceful, and happily thinking of my spot at Lake Michigan. She can't phase me. So I told her to rearrange things a bit, and am confident that she can make the circumstances match my check. There won't be any more running around, and I won't be calling my dad to send him running around, either.
The waves crash on the beach. The lighthouse silently signals and silence answers.
