BrookeClay

Hi.

This blog and I have been through a lot together: graduate school, first jobs, second jobs, cross-country moves, third jobs, fourth jobs, funerals, an engagement, a marriage ... and a divorce. 

We've learned a lot, grown even more and we're still adventuring. 

Let's adventure together.

New love. (of the ocean, obviously.)

I met a boy. Boy moved. I visit. Mostly for the tan.

I've been to the ocean 5 times in my life. Cross my heart and kiss my elbow. I understand this is strange to a lot of you. Sure, I've been to the Eiffel Tower, danced years off my life in Buenos Aires, fished like a boss in Ontario, consulted a local village about poultry in Nicaragua... but the ocean?

Work all day and lounge by the ocean in the evening? sold.

To be fair, the ocean is completely overwhelming. As a newbie, I've been told I'm quite entertaining as well as dreadfully awkward. It is what it is. I'll own that.

This is just a simple case of rural gone urban gone beach bum.

Owning it.

Denim Throwback.