There’s honestly no where else I feel I belong other than the beach.
The above picture was taken a year and a half ago on my trip to La Jolla with my friend Sara, and even though I’ll be going farther north to the Los Angeles and Huntington Beach area for spring break, I seriously can’t wait.
Growing up my family used to go to Carlsbad, California, every summer. We’d make the six hour drive and as soon as we got off the freeway, we’d roll the windows down and marvel at the cool temperatures compared to the hot Arizona summer, smell the salt in the air from the ocean, and my eyes would be glued to the window in hopes of catching the first glance of the ocean.
I don’t know what it is about the ocean that I like so much, but I honestly could just stare at it for hours and be content with life. I like that it’s blue and how precise yet unpredictable the waves are, how serene and daunting it is at the same time. I like how it looks like a reflection of the sky from the surface until you go underneath and there’s an entirely different world from the one we know.
Although now that I’ve grown up I don’t spend every second of my time near the ocean with my entire body wet in the water, but I still can’t help but to be excited for the simple prospect of seeing the beach. While going to a comedy show and Disneyland is going to be freaking amazing, it’s incredible how much I will enjoy spending a day near the waves, experiencing something just as great for no money at all.