For years I have envisioned living on a secluded island with not much more than the sun, the sea, and my thoughts to keep me occupied. The fantasy of an empty, picturesque beach with not a sound but the rolling tide and infinite time to bask in it's serenity seemed to be an impossible figment of my imagination, an experience reserved only for the very wealthy or the indigenous people of some remote, unknown slither of land in the middle of the ocean. But as luck would have it, after a serious of bizarre coincidences, I hit gold.
A year ago, the Canary Islands meant nothing to me, as I knew nothing about their existence, let alone their location. Little did I know that in no time I would be longing for this chain of islands off the coast of Africa to be my home. Sure enough, an impromptu decision to browse places to live last week had me glued to the images of a tiny town called Tao on the island of Lanzarote. This destination may not be the white sand beaches I imagined in my fairy tail, but the intriguing, moon-like landscape and year around ideal weather has me singing a new happy tune. My assignment there is minimal, with twenty hours a week dedicated to working on a computer to organize a tourist website and the rest open to hiking, swimming, sunbathing, and of course exploring.
In a mere six days I set off to begin the new adventure. At times, when it's late at night and I'm snuggled up in my bed in Raleigh, I start to fret about being on a tiny island that about .1% of the world population is familiar with, wondering if the isolation will introduce new feelings of loneliness after loading up on constant interaction here. But then I remember the dream of a quiet paradise and how this may be one of my very few chance to get to experience a dream that was once an unattainable reality.