Remember in the movie Splash when Daryl Hannah started to dry out when she wasn't in water? I'm feeling oddly vacant without the presence of a large body of water in my life. I've never lived on the ocean and am usually content to visit the edge of one once a year...and last year I spent an entire week in it and looking out over it (bliss!). So why the pull? No idea, but the inner conflict between staying put and growing Manic Trout to the next level while saving a conservative amount of money prior to moving vs packing up my apartment right now as I have not signed my lease for another yet are really struggling right now. Part of me keeps saying that I should wait until I can afford to live on the water but that part of me has been getting smaller and smaller. oh the dilemmas we face in life.