I’m a coastal girl. I’ve always been a coastal girl. Of the 14 colleges I applied to, all but one were on a coast (and that one I applied to only because I had a partial scholarship). My intended major in college was “Marine Biology”. During summers in New England, we would visit the beach nearly every weekend. I would body surf, play in the waves, enjoy the sun.
And then I moved to the North West, which I mistakenly assumed meant I was moving to the coast. Not only do I have to cross an entire mountain range to reach the coast now, but at most I go once per year. Per year . These are not the beaches of my younger years. The water is frigid. The air temperature is cool at best. The shore wind gusts could be called sand storms.
Of course our Labor Day trip to the beach (our only trip to the beach) was cold and windy. It poured rain on our last day there. Ski parkas and all, the kids enjoyed every second of the sand, wind, and sky. Even if we never let them touch the storming waters.