Identity Crisis

It had been a trying week.
We were mostly head-to-the-grindstone.
Do this, be there, meet them, do that, figure out this, which impacts that.
24 hours wasn't enough, you know what I mean?

MV Gazette by Mark Alan Lovewell

And it hit us as we drove across the drawbridge separating Winter Town Vineyard Haven, from Summer Town Oak Bluffs.
Who are we now?

Are we stuck in that Neither-land of resort community living?
Have we moved from "summer people" status to "year-rounder"?
Are we a resident tourist, if you will?

In this dog-eat-hot-dog world we have been trained in,  it's just plain hard to let go of the everyday things and kick it.

Calvanistic attitudes die hard. :)
Don't have too much fun, don't relax too much, keep on keep on.

And of the many reasons we moved here - the ability to live in a drop-dead beautiful place, a small community with a "Vineyard takes care of its own" philosophy - a lifestyle by sand and sea was paramount.

We had been here one year, but for the most part, we hadn't taken advantage of it.
Houston, we have a problem.

This was worse than just being here in the summer, going home and hankering for it all winter.
What's the point of living here, if you aren't going to "live" here?
I don't know. lol.

So kick it we must.
At the top of the to-do list: Don't forget the "big" picture.
You do the same.



Have a good one. :)