There's no place like...

I'm on vacation visiting my best friend from college. She and her husband moved out to LA and recently found a sweet little house near the beach. I love it. It's quaint, cute, and peaceful.

I like married life. Granted, I'm not quite ready for it, but it's nice. I would love to find someone I'm so compatible with that I can make that committment to spend the rest of my life with them. My friend and her husband are a great match. You can just sense it.

It has been one of those relaxing, do nothing much vacations. It's exactly what I needed. We've had lunch, went exploring on the beach and local pier, watched a movie, ate some more, and took her husband shopping where she and I got to play "personal stylist." That's about it. The best part of this trip has been perusing their library. I started reading some poetry and found some of the most beautiful poems about love I've ever read.

One of them is a poem by Pedro Salinas who puts together this wonderful imagery of the kind of love that is deep and still like the deep waters at the bottom of the sea. Unwavering. Quiet. Still. My favorite line: "Love so interred in its being, so surrendered, so still, that our loving during life feels sure of not ending that when kisses, gazes, gestures cease. As certain of not dying as is the immense love of the dead."

I believe with the right man I will have such a love. I see myself on the road to be quite capable of providing such love and even more important, accepting this love.