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Beach Bums

The other day I downloaded a nifty little app on my cell phone. An Ocean Sound app for the Android, will undoubtedly prove to be the most worthwhile app I've ever added. You see, while most folks enjoy the beach, and others may even love it, I am a connoisseur of all things sand, seagull and surf. A self-professed Mermaid masquerading on two legs. 

I'm not really sure when my fascination for the ocean began, but it's safe to assume that it had to do with my very first trip to Virginia Beach, to visit one of my best friends and her family. I remember being captivated by the serene and tranquil setting of the aquamarine hue. The laid back camaraderie among the locals, was a refreshing and much needed reprieve for this young girl from Jersey City. I remember being envious of my friend Dana for being privy to such an aquatic paradise. She, who had the pleasure of having sand lodged between her toes seven days a week. I vaguely recall heading back home with my parents vowing to flee to Virginia the moment that I turned eighteen. Life happened, and with it, the hurried and mundane nature of it all. Needless to say, I never made it back to Virginia Beach. 
Ten years ago, when my family and I had just about enough of the cold weather, we migrated to Central Florida. Mickey Mouse was fun for the first few years, and Harry Potter is still my favorite of them all. However my husband and I have set in motion some other plans. Every so often we ditch the kids, and head to one of Florida's many beautiful beaches. One of the best things about living in this state, is that you don't have to journey far (1 hour at the most) to slip your toes into some sand. The more we ventured out, the more it was evident that it was absolutely imperative that we lived closer to the beach. Notice I didn't say live 'on' the beach. After all, we're not millionaires (yet). At this point I'd settle for a ten minute drive to experience a sand dune.

And so there you have it. My husband has unwittingly contracted the incurable affliction that I'd succumbed to in my youth. The symptoms range in severity. One minute you're wandering aimlessly across the scorching sand (Mojito in hand) searching for your flip-flop. The next minute you're a sleep deprived activist, signing up for a late night vigil ensuring that Sea Turtles nests aren't disturbed. My car has the mileage and the sand covered interior, as further proof of this disease. Now that the kids are older, and a few have even flown the nest, my husband and I are ready to start another chapter in our lives. We have resolved to sell all of our worldly possessions, ditch the hamster wheel lifestyle, unplug from the Matrix, and become Beach Bums. I say this unabashedly and proud. No, we aren't there yet, but the goal has been set and the plans are in motion. Ready or not Atlantic Ocean, here we come! Your newest curbside, under the boardwalk residents.

Have a Beautiful Beach Day! ~ Wise Spirit


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