It's after midnight and the sounds of the city are background noise to the Atlantic rolling ashore. I'm restless and melancholy, knowing that tomorrow I'll return to places surrounded by little but land. I was born landlocked, but the few years I spent living by the sea defined where I belong. Every time I venture there, I am reminded. It's painful to leave. It always is. I'll sit here a while longer, enveloped in its sound, and try not to think about how long it might be before I find my way back home.
Share on Facebook