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Ever since I came to Florida a decade ago, I've lived within a five minute jaunt of the beach. In South Florida, the beach and the Intercoastal Waterway are only a handful of blocks apart. I could feed a manatee from my dock one minute and be swimming with sea turtles and seaweed only moments later.
In Jacksonville, it's a completely different story. When we started house hunting, we realized pretty quickly that we had to make a choice. We were either going to be beach people or boat people.
We decided to be boat people.
While living off the river has it's perks, I'm a beach girl at heart. Though it's only a fifteen minute drive away, the process of throwing a towel over my shoulder and getting into a car just to feel the sand between my toes is something that I'm still not used to. And, truthfully, I don't particularly care for it. Putzing around in the salty air today has me contemplating a little one bedroom beach studio, or at the very least commuting in style.
The beach inspires me. Soothes me. Makes me feel young and old all at once.
There is no want or have or need by the ocean.