Beachy

So I arrived at the beach house in the wee hours of this morning.

And immediately my whole outlook on love, life, day/night, time changed. You see the beach is not just a place. It's a state of mind, a way of being. And you can't really enjoy the beach until you get into this state of being. Usually, it takes a couple of days but on the (very very long) train ride down here, I mentally prepared myself. For relaxation. Sleep. Uncomfortable air mattress. Sun. Rain. Wind. Mosquitos. Arcades. The list goes on.

So far, we have done the following things: set up my room (my very own no one else just ME no four other people and a dog room), had two meals (the third is being made as I type) and gone to the beach. None of which sounds very exciting. But add in family, good friends, copious amounts of dancing/music and salty water and air. And then you have heaven.

I believe that a lot of the time you create your own atmosphere. And I intend to live, breathe, and BE the beach.