The Dread of Leaving
I’m a coastal girl 100%. I can’t imagine living somewhere that didn’t have relatively quick access to the ocean. Deep breathing sea air is basically my happy pill.
I’m very fortunate that both Austin’s dad and his grandma have condos in Ocean City, MD so he and I have access to visiting the beach year-round. Even though we can literally visit any time we’d like I still get the most awful feeling of dread when we have to leave. Packing the car and heading back home is already hard always give me that sick hollow pit feeling in my stomach. Nerves, heart-break, and sadness all at once.
Living at the beach is definitely one of Austin and I’s goals. I’m not sure it’s part of the 5-year-plan (as if we really even have one, maybe we should) but definitely the 10-year-plan. I love being in Ocean City, but I wouldn’t be opposed to going a bit more south since it does get pretty cold here in winter. I just need to be a short walk from the sand and the glittering water. Have you ever had that sort of feeling – like if you aren’t in a particular place nothing in your life will be in full alignment? The Atlantic coast is that place for me.
Where is your place?