Topsail Island, is out there. We stayed with my family in a condo waaay at the end of the inlet. I determine how out there places are by asking, “how close is a grocery store where I typically shop?” Answer: Harris Teeter, 15 miles. It’s a place you go to get away. Still trying to figure out why people are trying to get away. If it’s something they want to get away from, maybe they should just stay away. Regardless, it’s a nice, quiet, family friendly beach. A little rocky, but lovely just the same.
The night before my family arrived Page, baby, and I camped at Lanier’s Campground. As we were getting ready for bed, we saw the local fireworks show right from our tent. In the morning, we introduced our tent neighbor “Cookie” to black coffee. She had her first cup of local coffee with no sugar or cream. She drank the whole cup! We got to use our new family sized tent that we purchased before we decided to get gazelle intense(again) with getting out of debt. With our remaining student loan debt, I started to feel like it was a “one of these days” situations. A kind of southern saying, like…
“One of these days, we’re going to get out of debt.”
“One of these days, I’m going to get my life together.”
“One of these days, I’m going to learn how to make a pie.”
As you know, one of these days, typically never arrives.
So, beach trip with my family. I could spill my family drama onto the page, but I’m not in the mood.
Good news is my Dad is back home after a 60 day stint in a mental hospital. He looks better than I’ve seen him in a long time.At one point it was just my little family and my two youngest siblings(ages 8, 10) on the beach. I was standing knee deep in the ocean holding G while he slept in his Ergo. I watched Page play in the waves with my siblings. The breeze was steady and gentle. The sun kissed my shoulders, and warmed my whole body. I felt like a child for a moment. Then I thought, “damn, this really is peaceful.”
One point of contention between my mother, and myself is the way my little siblings eat. I cannot handle picky eaters. I’m talking about adults and children here. Ahh, help me Lord. Now, let me be clear, particular eating is a different story.
Picky eating is when you don’t eat certain foods become you don’t like them for no freaking reason, and ask questions like “eww, what’s that green thing?”
Particular eating includes: food allergies, sensitivities, and not eating certain ingredients because you prefer a certain quality of food. Yes, there is a difference.
I am a particular eater. Why? Because, I’ve read too many research articles. I cannot unlearn what I know about the food system. I try to make peace with the fact that I’m not going to revolutionize my siblings eating habits by spending one day with them. So hopefully, one of these days, I can have more of an influence on them.
I discovered an oasis in a sea of fried fish, Sisters Organic Market. It’s the only place for miles where you can get quality organic products. It’s like a convenience store for a health nut. Everything is a bit pricey but, it’s the only decent food option for miles. You can get things like: local coffee, organic produce, and grass fed meats. I’m in love with this place, opening a store like that would be one of my dream jobs.
Camping coffee is the best coffee.
My Daddy and my son. Pretty cool.
Things to think about:
The food that you put into your temple.
What’s your dream job?
Why are you still in debt?
Nice to see that someone else feels the same way about food as my family
We've been going to topsail for years now and never knew they had that organic market I also feel your struggle too when it comes to teaching family members what's really hiding in their food
Enjoyed your blog
Thanks for reading Kevin, glad you enjoyed it.-Amber