6. April 9
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April 9
I'm fed up with moping. It's time for me to live for me. I have to stop worrying about what Frank has done or what he's doing now. He's not mine anymore... not that he had been exclusively mine in a long time.
As I'm looking at my surroundings, I realize that it's no wonder I've been depressed. This trailer has no life. It's plain, boring, dank and depressing. This is just the fixer-upper project I need to keep my mind occupied. I'm going to snazz up this camper. I'll buy crisp new curtains and linens, spruce up the cabinets with some bright paint, hang some Keys-themed island decor, and decorate the tiny lot outside with a fire pit and comfy lawn chairs. I can probably discover some terrific bargains by visiting flea markets, swap shops, and any yard sales I stumble upon. I'll make this place cute.
Maybe I'll even stop by the Chartworks artisan's village I visited during my first week down here. There was a friendly artist there with a small hut where she hand draws intricate sailfish, dolphins, lighthouses, and mermaids on oceanography navigational charts of the Keys. I've wanted to get one of her drawings since my arrival in Key Largo, but I never felt good about spending the money. Well, guess what... I'm worth it!
A few small splurges will make this place feel more like home, rather than a temporary stopover. I will make it my permanent home. It will be kitschy and tropical and perfectly Key Largo-y.
For the first time in my life, I get to make all of the decisions. Everything here will be something I have selected because I enjoy looking at it––not because I think Frank will like it or because my parents got it for me. This place is going to be all about me. Yippee!
I like having a plan and I'm excited to get started. In fact, I think I'll make an official list of things I need to find. Until next time...
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