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.