Some people need chocolate. Others a glass of wine. Still others, their favorite tv show. All those things are great. Me, though, I need the ocean.
Not every day.
Not even every month.
But at least yearly.
It all started when I was a teenager. I was going through a rough time and one evening had an opportunity to walk on the beach solo for a couple of hours.
What happened during that walk changed my brain.
It rejuvenated things. It filled me with clarity. I knew the steps I needed to take - the things I needed to do - to fix some of the struggle in my life.
Since then, I've needed my yearly oceanic visit like some people need a yearly visit home.
Indeed, it is like coming home to me - even though I've never had the opportunity to live at the beach.
I don't need the sun.
I don't need the food.
I don't need the beach blankets.
What I need is just raw ocean - me and sand and water.
In fact, sometimes the ocean is infinitely better in mid-November. Cold, angry, stormy. I love the ocean no matter what its temperament.
It has been a year and two months since I've seen the ocean.
This is making me grumpy.
It seems like every single Facebook friend is currently posting pictures of their trips to the beach.
ARG! Unfriend them all!
OK, not really.
Note to husband: might be in best interest to plan mini camping trip to Eastern shore for early fall. Cheaper and more pleasant than dealing with wife gone crazy.