Coastal Diaries | The Beauty in the Mundane

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Two weeks after I officially moved in to my coastal apartment, I felt bored. Bored in a sense that my life is hauntingly quiet and peaceful. I  have always prayed for this life. I begged God to give me peace and when peace came --- I didn't know how to act. I am grateful for it and I thank God for giving me peace, actually.

I'd like to find the beauty in the mundane. Yesterday, Pat and I agreed to go for a walk to the spot he recommended the day I moved in. But the plan changed and we decided to take a dip in the sea near my apartment. We talked, looked for shells (I am now collecting shells and is planning to illustrate it), and watched the sun set. The waves were forgiving enough to console us in our woes and disappointments for this year.

I’ve also started my 2026 curriculum. I curated what media to consume, what books to read, and who to be friends with. I don't have the energy and time for unnecessary silent competitions between my friends and I certainly don't want my brain to rot for scrolling endlessly without purpose. 

At night, I usually listen to the YouTube videos I downloaded on my phone since the signal here is pretty bad. After that, I spend some time journaling and playing with my cat before heading to bed. In the morning, I prepare myself for work (I work in the morning for now), leave food for Munchkin --- my cat, hang the clothes I washed the night before, and check the locks before I leave. It’s been my routine ever since I moved in. 

I like slowing down because it gives me time to think coherently. 

I'd like to sit by the shore like I did yesterday, and maybe paint next time. 

With love -- from where the waves meet the sand,

E. 

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