I travelled thousands of miles each summer as a kid, to reach the ocean for two weeks of bliss. There was no where in the world I wanted to be more, and I vowed to my parents that when I reached legal age I was going to live on the ocean.
Well, I waited a little longer than 18 years before doing it, and now I watch my own two growing up on the water, not realizing yet just how magical a place they have.
I know they will one day, and for that I’m grateful. It’s like a little secret right before their eyes that someday they’ll see (when they leave it most likely)
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