My soul resides at the beach, sand gritting against my bare toes, salty water slapping against my legs. I am a child of the flying winds, the humid breeze hard to breath. Seagulls crying, boardwalk foods drifting about in abundance. Resting on the shore, water slapping against the sand, I am at peace, I am at rest, I am at ease. I am my best self.
Okay, so the first paragraph is a bit overdramatic for a girl who only visits the beach four days a year.
But, if I had to pick somewhere to live, anywhere in the world, it would be the beach. Any beach.
There’s something soul soothing about being near the open water, even though I am not a surfer, boogie boarder, swimmer, or anything involving me going in the water more than a toe. But still, I find my four days at Ocean City to be the most rejuvenating. I think life by the beach would be the same.
Sure, the grass is always greener. There would certainly be downfalls of living at the beach--hurricanes come to mind.
Still, there’s a vision I have, a lofty vision I know, of resting in a hammock, reading my favorite book, Henry sleeping beneath the tree. We rest by our Cape Cod, a small cottage-like house decked out in all of the beachy decor we can find. When we tire of reading, we saunter down to the shore, easing along the water’s edge, the summer sun warming us until we are ready for a rest.
Okay, and maybe we’ll invite Chad, too :)
Sometime in my life, even if it’s just for a summer, I want to call the beach my home.
In my mind, it feels like a pipe dream. You’ll never do it, or it’ll never happen I tell myself.
Then again, this past year I’ve learned sometimes your wildest, craziest pipe dreams do come true.
So maybe someday it won’t just be my soul by the sea. It’ll be, literally and physically, me.