There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. Especially when home is two blocks from the beach. A beach that I grew up spending my summers, my morning work outs and evening strolls watching the sunset. I know I am lucky to have grown up in beautiful Redondo Beach, but it was not until I moved away that I really gained perspective on how lucky I was/am.
Today’s world is so different than the one I grew up in. I see my elementary school basically caged in behind fences and security guards. I see my high school and middle school in a similar state serving as a reminder of our recent history. But I go to the beach. I sit in the sand, I watch the runners, swimmers, surfers and even the people searching for gold with their metal detectors and I see a world I recognize. I know escaping to the beach is not a long term solve for the big scary issues we face, but sometimes putting on a cute summer dress and retreating to the soothing sound of waves crashing on the beach is all I need to give me hope for tomorrow. It’s kinda funny because I did not sit down intending to write a “deep” post, but alas, it is what it is, but the ironic part of it all is that the dress I am wearing is called, “drawn together.” How fitting.