Learning to Expect the Unexpected
- Melissa Mitchell

- Mar 18
- 3 min read

March 18, 2026
When people imagine island life, they tend to picture long quiet walks on the beach, slow afternoons, and plenty of time to watch the waves roll in.
Some of that is true.

But after nearly four years, I’ve realized there are quite a few things about living on an island that I simply could not have known ahead of time.
Island life may look relaxed from the outside, but living in a place people come to escape means there is almost always something happening—events, visitors, conversations that lead to the next idea, plenty of planning, and the steady rhythm of life on the coast.
Then there are the smaller surprises.
Wind isn’t just weather here—it becomes part of daily life. You learn to check it before deciding what kind of day it will be on the beach, and even what kind of hat you wear—because beach hair is a very real thing.
Did you know we even have live beach cams to help determine the conditions and crowds before heading to the beach?

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Somewhere along the way, I've also realized that I haven’t heard a tornado siren in years. Growing up in West Texas, that was a way of life. Living in Northeast Texas wasn't much different. Now it's just the occasional reminder that hurricane season is something to keep an eye on.
And then there’s the sand—no West Texas–style, pink-sky sandstorms, but the kind that quietly makes its way everywhere—shoes, car seats, floorboards. You eventually stop trying to keep it completely contained and accept it as part of living near the water.

You even give in and buy a golf cart to save the constant vacuuming of your car. I was firmly in the I don’t need a golf cart camp—until I found myself researching endlessly to find THE golf cart that would fit my needs.
The Unexpected
Sometimes island life offers moments you truly wouldn’t find anywhere else.
One morning while walking the beach, I watched a coyote trot casually out from the dunes and stroll down the sand like it owned the place—because really, they have for centuries. It wandered toward the shoreline, kept a curious eye on me, decided the Gulf was the perfect place to take care of business, and then headed right back across the beach as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.
I had never considered this could be a thing—the ocean as the world’s largest potty for coyotes.
Moments like that remind you that living near the water comes with its own set of rules—and its own cast of unforgettable characters.
Island life isn’t exactly what I had imagined. Not slower, not quieter—just full in ways I couldn’t have predicted. My schedule is busier than ever, and I’ve learned to time beach visits around the traditional vacation seasons. Spring Break, for example—we mostly give the beach to the visitors.
Because after all, we get to enjoy it the other fifty weeks of the year.
Learning the Rhythm
And then there are the little everyday things that surprise you the first time you see them.
Driving on the beach, for example. The first time I saw trucks rolling slowly down the shoreline, it felt unusual. Now it’s simply part of the landscape.
Before moving here, I never once looked at a tide chart. Now I know those little charts can determine everything from the best time for a beach walk to something as big as the date of a parade held on the shoreline.
You also start to notice how much people here read the water.
Surfers study the waves and wind with the kind of knowledge that rivals the local weatherman. Fishermen stand quietly out in the Laguna Madre, keeping an eye on the birds as much as their lines.
And you quickly learn how beloved the sea turtles are here—protected, watched over, and celebrated by the entire community.
It’s not just the tides or the wind or how the sky can go from cotton candy pastels to something almost fluorescent before you even finish your walk.
It’s the way people move with those things—adjusting their plans, watching the sky, paying attention to the small signals the coast offers every day.
After a while, you realize that island life isn’t about escaping rhythm.
It’s about learning how to live within it.
The Art of Island Life will return next week with more stories and coastal reflections.
Have a story to share or a cause close to your heart? I’d love to hear from you at contact@melissamitchellart.com

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