I had the pool moment I’ve been waiting for all summer. We were all in the pool and I was floating on Watermelon Island.

I wonder what I would be like if I didn’t grow up in Boca, for so many reason. Most of which I will not get into now. There is a boat load, I still work on in therapy. Believe it. I am realizing more and more how unique it was to grow up with a pool, close to the ocean, near the equator. We spent our entire childhood swimming in our pool, or the pools of friends, or the pools at the club. And the ocean. This has created a tremendous connection for me with being warm, and swimming, and sunshine, and ocean. Which i crave, always. Maybe I didn’t realize this about myself when I moved to Portland, but it is loud inside of me and only getting louder. I dream of living on a tropical island. I love the air and the water and the fish. The wind. The food. Mostly being warm, all the time. And wearing not so many clothes. A dress. A bathing suit. Flip flops. That is it, that’s what I want. I pledge to float on Watermelon Island every single day until October 1st.

Miss you! Love you!

Love, Eden