Do you ever feel homesick for a place that isn’t technically your home?
Around this time each year I start to feel almost overwhelmingly homesick for the beach. I need to feel that sense of freedom that comes with driving there with the windows down, radio up, and the joy I feel when, always right around the same point – as I near the Somers Point exit on the Garden State Parkway – the scent of the shore reaches my nostrils.
It’s a smell that you grow to love, of combination of sea salt and the marshes that surround the island, which I have yet to smell anywhere else but Jersey. I have an indescribable need to put my feet in the sand by the water’s edge and let the waves rush gently towards and over them, and then back again as my feet sink into the wet sand. The shock of the cold pre-summer ocean water refreshes my soul and rejuvenates my body. My mind seems to instantly clear when I’m at the beach – thoughts are sorted out and feelings start to make sense.
The beach is my happy place, for sure… do you ever feel homesick for a certain place?
Photos by Julia.