Reseña del libro "The Island Cottage (en Inglés)"
I'm so over the idea of dating. Guys don't understand me, my dreams, or my determination to blaze my own path. All men do is try to change me, even though the things that make me different are the very things that intrigued them to begin with. I have dreams and ambitions, and nothing is going to stand in my way, period. Late nights, nonstop work, business partners, online meetings, trips across the country, running conventions, planning retreats... My eyes are endlessly on the prize, and I'm not blinking. One of my dreams was to move to Chincoteague Island, Va. Years of working hard and saving has finally made that dream come true. Though, I'm finding that relocating is a lot more work than just packing up my boxes and making the drive. It's meeting the horny on-island carpenter, who introduces me to his group of wayward friends. It's exploring the area and realizing it's okay to live life at a slower pace and appreciating all that my dream location has to offer, like rocket launches and snowy beaches. It's getting to know my hunky neighbor and finding a kindred spirit, who's been burned before, and has declared himself off women. It's the older women at the town market who try to set me up with one of their sons. It's about finding a town that fits, and people who understand you, in more ways than one. All around me, my friends are getting married and popping out babies. I love that these things are happening for them. It's not that I don't want marriage and kids. I just wish I could freeze time, so I could get my goals accomplished, first. And I need to find a man who won't try to change me, and who accepts me for who I am, frustrating quirks and all. But when is enough, enough? At what point should a person come up for air, look around, and decide that you've accomplished so many of your goals that you're living the dream but haven't realized it? At what point do you re-open your heart, trust someone not to break it, and let yourself discover what life has in store for you next? It looks like I'm going to have to answer those questions, and many more, now that I've finally moved into my island cottage.
