Time out in St. Petersburg, Florida

Well, I guess it's official.  I've lost my words.  I can't, for the life of me, write a blog post.  My mind is constantly going, but I can't seem to organize any thoughts.  Meanwhile, over a year's worth of photos sit on my computer taunting me.  So I'm just going to start posting them without the words to give them context.  It makes me sad, but so much has changed in the past six months, that I guess it's no wonder.  I'm also not going to worry about going in chronological order.  Gasp.  But sometimes, forward momentum, even at the slowest pace, is what's needed. 

These photos seemed a good place to start.  During my transition from the UK to the US, I spent a week in St. Petersburg, Florida with a very dear friend.  We went out to eat, we went to the beach, we got massages, we drank lots of coffee and wine. We spent hours and hours floating in the pool, talking about life and transitions.  I cried.  I still cry some.  It must be the lump in my throat that's blocking my words.  So I'll just leave these pictures here to remind me how lucky I am to have such incredible friends in my life...

...especially when the path gets wonky and a quiet beach, fresh flowers, and a shoulder to cry is just what I need.   

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