Beach post-script

As soon as I posted my last entry, I had a little realisation. I have always lived near water. I'm not sure if this is a function of settlement patterns, or something more subconscious at work. I remember what a thrill it was to drive to the VA Beach after ER parties at William and Mary to avoid more work. It took about an hour to drive there in Spamber's Taurus, then the appropriate bumming on the sand before the guilt kicked back in. Charlottesville had trails running along the Rivanna River.

Living in Chicago, I lived right along the Lake. It was a one mile walk from my place to North Ave beach. Spent many quality hours walking along the lake downtown, or driving along the lovely Lake Shore Drive.

And my apartment in Athens was less than a mile from the Hocking River. Which wasn't terribly scenic, but it was still a body of water, and way more interesting to read/run along.

Now, I live half a mile from an honest-to-goodness beach. With sand and ocean! Extra bonus - the weather tends to be gorgeous, and beach-conducive. I am excited at the proximity, as well as the fact that I am in a lifestyle/schedule that allows me to visit it. As the Domestic God put it - if you are going to spend 5 years in hell, it might as well be in paradise!