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a confession to make

Although there isn’t anything I like much more than listening to the rhythmic sound of waves…to be honest, I just don’t really like going to the beach!  Yes, I KNOW I will regret all the days/weeks/months/years that I lived this close (11 minutes away) from the beach and didn’t go…once we move to AZ.  But honestly?  I just can’t be bothered often at all.

I hate the sand.  HATE it.

I hate having to worry about covering up from sunburning.

I hate the hot sand during the summer.

I hate paying for parking, or, if going to the area where you don’t have to park, being too far away/too high to actually walk to the beach.

I hate the crowds.

Mostly, I hate the freakin’ sand.

So I don’t go.  I should.  I KNOW THIS.  But I don’t.

Someday, in the not too distant future, we will be landlocked.  It’s why we will be insisting on a home with a pool; I’ll get more enjoyment looking out over at that blue water, than I have all these decades living this close to the actual Pacific Ocean.

And I will regret this.  I know I will.  But I just can’t be bothered to actually go to the beach.  I enjoy looking over at it as we drive to and from San Diego where you can see it from the freeway.  I miss Hawaii; those beaches are much nicer because they are free and much more accessible.

So, I own my evil on this.  I love the concept of the beach, I just can’t be bothered to get there, even though it’s so close.