The spring of my discontent

I was reading the most recent post on the blog Night Blind, and as I commented to Macy (aka Jan), I'm green with envy.

If someone had told me when I was 13 years old, living in Michigan (which coincidentally is where I think she wrote that post) and imagining what my life would be like, that I'd be here in Newburyport living on this island and not being as content as Macy described, I would not have been surprised.

Islands seem to have been a big part of my life, as has discontent.

Still - I miss the hour-long massages I used to get when I had a 'real' job ... maybe I should try to sell something to someone.