9 C South

I was just thinking about how much I miss Florida. It seems so weird that the last time I went I was 16. I am beyond excited to be going to France this summer but I definitely miss me some Palm Beach. I am often reminded that the sale of the condo has helped pay for me to go to school in Chicago. It is a bittersweet trade. I love going to school in Chicago, I wouldn't trade it for anything but I really want to be on my balcony in Florida watching a storm roll in over Lake Worth. I want the ocean. What I always miss most is the feeling of walking into the air-conditioned rec-room after spending all day at the South Pool. I miss the stupid Floridian decorating at the condo. I always day dream about one day having enough money to buy a condo on Singer Island. I doubt that will happen, with me and my poetry and art-making, but I can at least think about it. I've actually already exhausted the subject of making art and writing about my 16 summers at the Seawinds. I haven't done anything on the subject in nearly two years though...maybe I can bring it back? Actually I did something last semester but it doesn't count because I hated that class. I really want to paint again. And I miss sitting by the pool doing watercolors.