- to Mother Ocean as I took my last barefoot walk on the beach.
- to Dirty Don's, my SGD's and my favorite Myrtle Beach bar, with one last Fat Tire and some delish fried cheese stix as I watched the tourists stroll by on the Boardwalk.
- to the Fun Plaza and Skeeball, which sucked because they got new Skeeball machines and I never could find the sweet spot that allowed me to score big (and even beat my SGD once or twice!).
- to my Myrtle Beach writer's group, whose support gave me the courage to share my work and who encouraged me to continue writing in my unique voice and style.
- to the hot tub last night, which I had peacefully to myself one last time.
I have learned so much during this trip, about myself and being a writer, and done so many things for the first time. It has truly been a dream realized. But I'm not done dreaming. I still believe that writing is my thing and I have something special to share with the world through my writing. So I'm carrying that dream back to Missouri to start the next chapter of my life with my SGD. Look out, Babe, you've got a crrr-azy writer woman coming your way! And look out, World, you're going to have my novel "Life Is A Beach -- After I'm Gone" and memoir "Life Gone South (when I ran away to live at the beach and be a writer)" coming at you soon, even if I have to self-publish the suckers.
Believe it or not, I am so ready to hit the road. This place turned into "Animal House" yesterday, with 40-some young'uns from Virginia making the pool (and anywhere else they decided to take over) into their private bar and the whooping and partying continued late into the night. They are already at it again this morning. Yay -- so much for getting a good night's rest before my roadtrip tomorrow. And now I have to fit all my junk from this 3-room condo into my Cavalier. I'm not sure, but it will probably involve much drinking and cussing before the job is done. Wish me luck. I'll do one more post when I am safely back in my SGD's arms.
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