I am on to some new travels away from the island but my heart will remain for sure. I will be back and I will always love Galveston Island. The place I made my first sand castle, first learned to swim, my first sting by a jellyfish, and the place I came back to as an adult. I have lived here for six years now and have planted my feet firmly in the sand since I was a tiny little sea urchin. I plan that I will spend many of my older days here and perhaps even settle to rest eventually.
Until then, I will share my island life and its many amazing moments.
On this island I have learned that there are always layers…many many layers. Layers of wall paper and even entire types of wall, hidden secrets found inside and in between at times. Layers of flooring, layers and layers of paint. Layers beneath the roads, bricks beneath the seawall. Layers of shell and sand and layers of bone and glass. I’ve found glass perfume bottles beneath layers of digging. And many many layers of the people. Layers of pages and story told. That is the island.