This weekend, as my baby and I went diving and relaxed at his beach shack, I realized that it was to me very similar to the place my mom recently sold in Gulf Shores, my home away from home. It is a place that is full of peace and positive experiences, my hiding place away from the troubles of my small world, but also a place of quiet, where my mind could reflect upon life’s challenges and decide how to attack them in productive ways. Away from the responsibilities of work, cleaning my home, washing and folding laundry, attending work or island events with the boys, I could escape into a book or write until my heart’s content, not having anything else to pull me away. There, I take the time I never take here, to feel the warm sun on my face, to dive into the depths of the sea, to warm my toes by a campfire, and to tell stories and family history with my sons. The jungles of Roi-Namur, the crumbling historic structures, the palm frond strewn cracking asphalt roads, the long stretches of beach, all of which are non existent on Kwaj, make Roi seem more like a true island paradise, away from the hustle and bustle of the “downtown” atoll where I reside during the week. I will never regret one moment spent there, one payment made to the company to house my boys and I there, one rough plane ride or one rainy weekend cooping us up inside because of the joy being there surrounded by peace and each other.
Monday, June 6, 2011
June 4-6, 2011 My Roi Resort
I know I’ve said it before, but I love Roi. I am merely a “tourist” there, so because of that it has never lost its appeal to me in any way, shape, or form. Roi is my safe place, my haven of precious memories and experiences with my darling and my boys. Once we leave here, Roi-Namur will forever hold a very sacred spot in my heart and mind in a way that Kwajalein never will. It is not perfect, not by a long shot, but my times there are full of laughter, love, spiritual growth, healing, and plain ‘ole good memories to treasure for a lifetime. I believe my boys feel the same way, at least to a certain child like extent.
This weekend, as my baby and I went diving and relaxed at his beach shack, I realized that it was to me very similar to the place my mom recently sold in Gulf Shores, my home away from home. It is a place that is full of peace and positive experiences, my hiding place away from the troubles of my small world, but also a place of quiet, where my mind could reflect upon life’s challenges and decide how to attack them in productive ways. Away from the responsibilities of work, cleaning my home, washing and folding laundry, attending work or island events with the boys, I could escape into a book or write until my heart’s content, not having anything else to pull me away. There, I take the time I never take here, to feel the warm sun on my face, to dive into the depths of the sea, to warm my toes by a campfire, and to tell stories and family history with my sons. The jungles of Roi-Namur, the crumbling historic structures, the palm frond strewn cracking asphalt roads, the long stretches of beach, all of which are non existent on Kwaj, make Roi seem more like a true island paradise, away from the hustle and bustle of the “downtown” atoll where I reside during the week. I will never regret one moment spent there, one payment made to the company to house my boys and I there, one rough plane ride or one rainy weekend cooping us up inside because of the joy being there surrounded by peace and each other.
This weekend, as my baby and I went diving and relaxed at his beach shack, I realized that it was to me very similar to the place my mom recently sold in Gulf Shores, my home away from home. It is a place that is full of peace and positive experiences, my hiding place away from the troubles of my small world, but also a place of quiet, where my mind could reflect upon life’s challenges and decide how to attack them in productive ways. Away from the responsibilities of work, cleaning my home, washing and folding laundry, attending work or island events with the boys, I could escape into a book or write until my heart’s content, not having anything else to pull me away. There, I take the time I never take here, to feel the warm sun on my face, to dive into the depths of the sea, to warm my toes by a campfire, and to tell stories and family history with my sons. The jungles of Roi-Namur, the crumbling historic structures, the palm frond strewn cracking asphalt roads, the long stretches of beach, all of which are non existent on Kwaj, make Roi seem more like a true island paradise, away from the hustle and bustle of the “downtown” atoll where I reside during the week. I will never regret one moment spent there, one payment made to the company to house my boys and I there, one rough plane ride or one rainy weekend cooping us up inside because of the joy being there surrounded by peace and each other.
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