Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.
Last week I dove into the word Fashion.
Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:
As in, a ferry to an island.
When I was a little girl the only island I knew was Fantasy Island.
It came on TV every week with the introduction of The Plane, The Plane!
I never could have imagined then (especially in the land-locked deserts and mountains of Southern Idaho) that I would live on an island now. At least for the summer.
So, today, as we pulled up to the Steamship Authority parking lot, waiting for the ferry to Martha’s Vineyard, I had to take a moment to soak it all in.
This is an island. But it’s not a fantasy. And, it’s not on TV.
It is my real life.
After all this time, after all these years, and after all this growing up…
I guess I do believe in fairytales, the one that brings the excitement of a child’s fantasy to my head, heart, body and soul.
It’s the same one that still to this day makes me want to jump and scream at the edge of the dock, The Ferry, The Ferry!
And, as I write this tonight, it is good to know I am back on the island.
And, I wonder what dreams will come true this summer?