#fbf: Lovable, Even At Your Worst

About three years ago, I sat on the porch of this amazing beachfront bungalow soaking up the sunshine and yelling at Trigger to stay away from the stray perros that seemed to run the beach town of Tulum.  It was easy to fall in love with this place – in all its magic and perfection.  It is easy to love under the easiest circumstances.


As of about three days ago, the place is quite run down and clearly has been abandoned for some time.  Though its bones remain intact – undoubtedly surviving through many storms and wild inhabitants* – it is, now, definitely a ghost of its full and lively past.  I’ve seen it: the cute young family that lived in one of the main yurts on the property – they’re gone.  No longer does it host young so-in-love couples ready to elope in its wake.   No longer is it as easy on the eyes nor so easy to be completely enamored by.



Looking at it now, some might think this little bungalow has let go its final death rattle, but I don’t think so.  I still love it, even in its imperfect dilapidated state.  It may never be a reoccupied nest of love (and impeccable design) that it once was, but even in its worst shape, one of the greatest loves I’ve ever known was still as inimitable and strong there 3 days ago as it was 3 years ago.

If you won’t love something at its worst, you don’t deserve it at its best. 

And if you are lucky enough to find that sort of great, amazingly powerful, true love for/from someone/thing – the kind that transcends time, struggles, challenges, and the worst parts of life – you should consider yourself extremely lucky.  I know that I do.

With all my heart,

Huckleberry Kim

(*re: wild inhabitants:  in its state now, I found some dead reptiles inside – potentially dragged in by some of those stray perros who still run the town (lol); three years ago, I’d crawled up to the loft space to surprise Tom after he’d run out to the car to grab something…but rather than surprise him, I was surprised by the giant opossum waiting up in the loft for me #terrifying)


sound of the moment:

the smiths – there is a light that never goes out

…to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die…

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