The smell of fresh air, the sounds of seagulls, the waves along the shore. Upon arriving to the beach, I breathed an instant sigh of relief and felt a sense of peace. Loud trains, cars and city smells disappeared as I approached the ocean, sand in my toes and sun in my face.
I knew the ocean was my home.
I’ve been trapped in fields of green and inside old brick walls. Trapped among the hustle, the rules, the restrictions and the judgement. I have felt stuck for so long, yet as I flew into Massachusetts and first saw the shore that cold December morning, there was something here waiting for me.
I no longer have to think in black and white, or view the world as others do- I can find my own happiness wherever I go.
No longer feeling stuck, I know I am free along the shore, and my words float onto my notebook like a boat in the wind. Today, I can go with the flow, breathe in the saltwater air and know that the best is yet to come.