I grew up on the West Coast but rarely if ever saw the ocean. My salt water view was of the Puget Sound and for years I never really considered that I wasn’t actually seeing the ocean. I mean, it was salt water, right? It connected to the Pacific and yet seeing that expansive horizon of full-on ocean was not part of my growing up experience.
I’m not necessarily a beach-y kind of girl. If I’m being honest, sand on my toes freaks me out just a little bit. Yet standing on that cold winter sand at Dana Point and looking out at the ocean was more than enough to get the tears moving.
I grew up with towering Evergreens and snow-capped mountains and yet I never really engaged with that level of nature. I wasn’t exactly a nature-y kind of girl. Walking through Caspers Park with my girl Tara was a pretty cool experience. And I didn’t even get mauled by a mountain lion.
It was just enough to feel the oxygen in my lungs and remember that stuff in nature is pretty amazing.
Okay, so there is FaceTime. And phone calls. But there is something very special about being in the presence of women you truly adore. I’m so grateful for this memory-keeping hobby of mine. I wouldn’t know Tara or Ali if it weren’t for scrapbooking. Such a total and complete bonus.
I’m heading back to my normal routine today. One cross country flight and it’s back to what I know. It’s good to remind myself how beneficial getting out of the house can really be.