I always relish the fact that I live pretty close to the sea. Arnold, though? He works right beside it.
Since he got that job, I have started spending more time there. For little lunch-dates, petting local dogs and a whole lot of shore-line reading. (The ebb and flow of tidal movement is, by far, one of the sweetest songs I know).
Starting next week, though, I'll be doing more than just that. I'll be volunteering for a museum there and working on a research project that I couldn't, really, be any more excited about. (The subject matter is so precisely my thing--loosely based on British seaside holidays around the 1920s-'50s!)
You see, the last few weeks have been marked by an inability to get a summer job. (I lost my old one back in April--so now, really, it's more necessity than a simple change of scenery). I've been kind of sad about this--and, well, more than a little frustrated.
Whilst this project will not bring in any finances--a fact I have been reminded of over and over again--I will, at least, be doing something worthwhile. And enjoyable. And creative. And those, to me, are the things to count.