knew for sure I would miss
when I moved from the
water of the West Coast
of British Columbia where
I grew up to the interior
Homesickness is a funny
thing when you find
yourself living where you
have wanted to be for so
long, but it’s been a
year and a half, and I still
miss the ocean, I always will.
Unless you have lived by the ocean, you can’t imagine the lushness of the undergrowth, the salty tang of the
ocean air. The cry of the gulls, as they circle, and the lashing of the angry waves on the beach when a storm is
It’s the ability to see further than your eye can focus, a never ending horizon of misty grey water, punctuated by
sea birds, and maybe a seal if you are extremely lucky.
My link to the ocean isn’t as weak as you would assume now that I live 5 hours away … it’s there in my memories,
in my heart, in my photos that bring it to life when I look at them again.
There is salt water is in my veins it’s been in my life from the time I was born, it will never go away.
I keep it touch with the ocean through those who blog and live near the water, it’s sandy beaches
so grey, but skies so blue.
And if you live near the ocean please do me a favour, go and visit one cool spring day, stand on the sand, let the
wind coat you with salt, a scent that will linger even after you go home.
Open your arms wide as you face the water.
And give the ocean a hug for me.
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams