I’m doing it.  I’m buying my very own shit shack in Florida!  

Last year,  around my birthday,  I ended up on the beaches of the Emerald Coast.  The sands are as white as sugar and the water crystal blue.  I was mesmerized.  I instantly knew that this is the place where I need to be.  Jason and I floated around in that water devising our plan, drinking beer because there you can do that!  

Once I decide on something there is no changing my mind and I push forward until I get what I want.  Funny how it works that way.  Poor Jason.  Thank god he loves me.

If you know me, you are well aware of my distaste for well, namely winter.  I hate it.  It hurts.  I’m generally not a complainer but when it comes to winter I just can’t help myself.  Before I hear you all say, “It gets cold in Florida too!”  I know, duh, but it doesn’t last forEVER like it does here in Maryland.  This past winter I almost died.  It was the longest winter of my life.  Besides the ones I survived in North Dakota but I’m doing my best to permanently erase those memories.  My life line was the internet and Zillow, the Amazon of the housing market.  I searched and searched.  Went from looking at homes for $300,000 to just lots.  Up and down, month after month.  Meanwhile, I sold my gym and made it so I can up and leave.  Next was to actually buy a house.  We decided that we didn’t want a mortgage.  We didn’t want to be a slave to the system and buy something we couldn’t afford to have and have to work until we die to pay for it.  We'd rather die working on the house itself.  Owing no one but ourselves.

Hence the shit shack.  It had to have certain qualities though.  Location first, I didn’t want to be any further than 20 minutes to the beach, the beach being the whole reason I’m moving there!  Well, not the whole reason but a HUGE one.  We wanted to be close to the bay since we are boat people.  Fishing and crabbing are a way of life for us.  And we needed some space, I’d rather have 20 acres but that just wasn’t feasible right now.  Privacy and enough dirt for a garden, chickens and a shop for Jason.  We found it.  Granted there is a LOT of things wrong with the place but I believe there are more good than bad and I’m going to chronicle the evolution of the shit shack to my love shack.  It’s going to take a while especially because we don’t live there yet but all we have is time.  Right?

 It looks way better in photos...

It looks way better in photos...

 Where the chickens shall roam and the flowers bloom.  

Where the chickens shall roam and the flowers bloom.  

Having vision is important.  You must see every option before you, then take the one that will work best for you and lead you down the path to what you want and where you want to be.  I have a feeling that this path will be bumpy and full of pot holes but then again, aren't they all?

Artist, dreamer, lover of life. Former gym owner redefining me.