Beach Baby

I'm a beach baby.

For as long as I can remember, I've been near the beach. When I was a child, mom and dad took us to the beach all the time.

I don't know when it happened, but at some point the beach became comfort. It wasn't until I moved to Tallahassee when I realized that. You know - the whole "you-don't-realize-what-you-have" thing. I found when I came back the first time, the only place that brought me peace was not my childhood home (although, I don't know why it surprised me...my childhood home is probably one of the most stressful environments I frequent), it was the beach.

There are very few places on this planet that instill a sense of wonder and calm than a beach - more specifically the ocean. On a gorgeous day, you can see the possibilities afforded to us as you gaze out.

But it's the cloudy days, when it's just about to rain, that get me the most. Those days where it's palpable in the air that something big is going to happen. Today was one of those days. School has been beating me to a pulp, and now that the finish line is so near it seems it's harder to cross every hurdle that continues to be tossed in our direction. Home life is miserable, and that's putting it nicely.

But that ocean - man was it majestic. I'll hold on to that.