ocean
ive been thinking a lot lately about the ocean.
specifically, how much i miss it.
there is nothing that makes me happier than a sunny summer afternoon, sitting cross-legged on the bow of a boat cruising across a bay, the wind nearly taking away my breath.
and here i live, 300 miles from the nearest ocean.
if it is ever in our plans to move from fairbanks, i would need to live by the ocean and own a boat.
which would mean moving closer to family, because i am alaska and alaska is me.
in some respects, being closer to family would be a hair-pulling, suicide-fantasizing experience. there are select indoviduals that just... well... rub me the wrong way. five individuals, in fact. five is a lot, but thankfully i have a big family, and five is not even a fourth of my family.
but if i lived just 300 miles south of where i live now, i could shoot the crap with a couple of my really cool brothers and their really cool wives.
i would be close enough to pop into the hospital and visit my niece a couple times this next week while she recovers from third degree burns and skin grafts.
i would smell the ocean.
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I miss the ocean too. I'm much closer than I used to be, but more than 10 minutes away still feels too far.
i had a dream. we're going to end up living in oregon by the ocean. i had a dream. it's going to happen.