This was our yesterday. It’s one of the things I love about living in Florida. I like the idea of the beach, whether I go or not. I’ve always taken the ocean for granted, growing up in New York. But having lived in Texas this past six years, I’ve really ached for it. Don’t get me wrong, I hate the sun, cancer, all of it. But the ocean reminds me that I’m not here forever, that I’m not the only one here, that an entire ocean is out there to be lived. It somehow feels like returning. Not returning home or to the familiar, but returning to the source, to a stripped away me, the way I was meant to be. Some people feel at peace in the woods—note that in films, these characters are usually bearded fruitcakes short a nut and berry. I’ve never been a mountain goat or bird watcher, but I’ve always been drawn to the water. And to seafood.
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