I do believe that I was meant to live by the sea â€“ perhaps even south of the border. Iâ€™ve got a nice spot all picked out and I think my family and I could do just fine!
Iâ€™m writing this overlooking the sea on the most beautiful day I can remember in a long time. The sun is shining, the pelicans and other sea birds are active, and thereâ€™s a slight breeze moving the palms. I can hear the waves as the tide moves in. Itâ€™s perfect.
Iâ€™m not sure what it is about the being ocean-side thatâ€™s so relaxing. It makes even the most stressful of tasks seem like small stuff. Contrary to what may happen for some, being by the sea makes me want to participate in life rather than hide from it. I find myself happy to do tasks that, at home, I would just dread. I am more active, more relaxed, and somehow more human.
From this spot, I can hear the kids on the beach and see the kites they are flying. I can see the alabaster walls of the homes, the terra cotta tile, the white sand, green palms, and the most beautiful range of blues from the sky to the sea.
And none of this gets close to explaining what itâ€™s like to be sitting right here, right now.