Owning your City: Sheila

'Owning your City' is about the things that make the city you live in unique, and what makes it your city. It's about the things that you love, the little restaurant around the corner where only locals go, the park, with the mountain, the streams, the memories.

  Bloggers write about their favourite spots and hangouts in their cities, giving you a little insight to what people love and live for!

Say hi to Sheila from the Welcome House! 

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I live on an island. It is not a typical island - you won't find it scattered in Tiki shacks, surfers and coconut's being carried in the hands of sunscreen soaked skin. Nope, it is a bubble - a fast paced, spin your head, where am I living type of place.

The people are quiet. The Fed ex Man and I are on a first name basis and wave to each other as I drive around the island for work and he makes his daily routines.  The post man always needs to catch-up on the happenings of the day and what is being sent in my many packages this week.  

I consistently go to the same small cafe for lunch, The Golden Hog, and try to coyly convince the sandwich maker they should create the "Sheilita" sandwich, as I am a regular.  Each time they kindly decline, hand me another sheet of paper and say, "Go home and come up with something more original, Sheila."  (I won't give up till my sandwich is on that board!).  

The priest and youth group students of St. Agnes Church are a common sight and know more about you then you might wish.  But anytime you need something, Father is their to lend a hand.  Even if you simply need a place to wash your car, pour your heart out or stalk him for months to be on your blog :)  

The Donut Gallery Cafe is so small you have to walk in sideways, but that is where you will find me on Sunday's after church and where you can watch all the local's faces scroll across their tiny plasma (I made it on their twice - that is practically an island trophy). 

The beaches are small, the people polite, the water warm and filled with water enthusiasts.  Oh, and as for our one snorkel spot - it is 200 meters from the pole if you are lined up diagonally with the buildings in the distance.  And you will find one lobster, one manta-ray, one old crate, a few pieces of wood and about 10 brown fish.  Their is a National Park on one end, where you can spot Manatees (But if you are Jessie, you will probably miss them ;) ), and about 7 miles of bridge that cross the crystal blue water and might make you swoon - especially at night, when the Miami skyline lights reflect of the water like a perfect mirror.  

And in the center of the island is a kid friendly park where our town festivals are and....where I coached soccer to little rug-rats.  I coached the "I did not make the team kids" who I loved with every piece of my heart.  The ones that would stop in front of bicycle mirrors as we warmed up for practice in order to check their hair.  The ones that laid down in the goal nets because, "they loved to feel the grass around them," and the ones who would be training hard for a run, and as I turn around to yell encouragement I find my team members tangled in the soccer nets. Let's say, I never stopped laughing. That's was my team.  

That's my island.

 It's small. The people are a lot older or younger then me.  Food chains don't really exist.  But it's home for now.  I love it. Come visit The Failtehouse;)

Thanks so much for having me, Megan! 

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Thanks Sheila!

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