There are a lot of things I miss about home and about America, but one I’ve been thinking about a lot lately is the beach. After seeing this post on Lynna’s blog, I decided it was time to write about it.
I spent two summers working as an intern in Wilmington, NC, and the second summer I was there, I truly learned to LOVE living at the beach. I would head back to the apartment after coding all day at work, change into beach clothes and flip-flops, grab a snack and a book and head for my car. I would drive the 20 minutes to Wrightsville Beach, park my car, grab my purse, and go relax.
I enjoyed walking through the sand and the shallows and watching seagulls fly by. Eventually, I’d find a good spot to read and delve into my book, occasionally looking up to appreciate the quiet and the scenery.
And I discovered beach sunrises. One day, I decided that it might be one of the few times I could go to the beach and watch the sunrise without having to go on vacation to actually get to the beach, so I woke up early and watched the sun rise over Wrightsville Beach. From that day, I was hooked. Waking up to a quiet neighborhood at 4:30 AM, driving to the nearly-deserted beach while singing along with the radio, and then arriving and spending some time watching the majesty unfold. Just God, the beach, the sunrise, and me.
For the next ten months or so, I’m going to be living where the nearest beach is a long train ride away and is probably too cold to enjoy except during the summer. But I’m so thankful for the memories of living in Wilmington. And when I get back to the USA, I gotta plan a vacation.