I’ve lived near the ocean most of my life. Now I live in the city where my day starts with the beep of a clock radio and ends with the random noise from the apartment across the way. I’ve lived in monotony for quite a while and I’ve kind of settled into it. I live a comfortable life. (I’m using comfortable as another word for “boring”.) Sad, I know but that’s the price I paid for growing up.
Now I’m coming home. Only for the weekend but I’m thrilled. I can’t wait to feel the sand on my feet and the sun’s warmth on my face and shoulders. Swimming in the waters that have been inviting me for years.
This is going to be a lot of fun.