The water really wasn’t that blue, trust me – but the sight and sounds of it were still so soothing and relaxing.
Sometimes, I think about how nice it may be to live in another part of the country. Wake up in a place that is new, warm, and fresh. But for some reason, I always find myself loving it here at home.
The winters are tough, cold, bitter. The summers can be rainy, humid, and sweltering.
But this place will always be my home – love it or hate it.