Life seems a little crazy right now... again. I'm in the process of moving, which I may have mentioned before since I will finally have a great place for my boards in the garage instead of in the dining room. In fact, it looks as though my new garage has a special place just for the boards. (Of course, I may have already written about this since I'm a little excited about it.) I digress. Moving is crazy especially when you've lived in one place for 28 years. Going through boxes and boxes of stuff you don't even remember having can be overwhelming. And, then trying to decide what must be kept is even worse. Do I get rid of the hospital identification bracelet I received when I was six and had my tonsils out? (haha) What about the small, square school pics of my best friends from the fifth grade? And, what about all the photos of family reunions from the '80s? Or the certificate my grandmother received in 1922 for reading all of her school books? My struggle with holding on to "stuff" is a lifelong one that I'm trying to break myself of so that I can move into my new place.
I definitely wish I could have taken a break and surfed this weekend. Unfortunately, there are no waves lately. On Friday I was prepared to take a break and head to the island. But the surf cam proved it was flat. I kept my fingers crossed for a few waves to pop up Saturday afternoon or even this morning, but none materialized. So, I continued to sort through my stuff.
During some late night free time, I've been investigating my next surfing destination. Although my funds are somewhat limited these days, I'm wondering if I can't squeeze a few dollars together for a quick trip to a warm place in March or April...maybe Panama. I've seen/read/heard good things about it. And, there are almost always waves. I've done a little research but haven't nailed down exactly where I might want to go. I have a little while to think about it. But, yes, Panama might just be my next surf destination.
