I met a boy. Boy moved. I visit. Mostly for the tan.
I’ve been to the ocean 5 times in my life. Cross my heart and kiss my elbow. I understand this is strange to a lot of you. Sure, I’ve been to the Eiffel Tower, danced years off my life in Buenos Aires, fished like a boss in Ontario, consulted a local village about poultry in Nicaragua… but the ocean?
Work all day and lounge by the ocean in the evening? sold.
To be fair, the ocean is completely overwhelming. As a newbie, I’ve been told I’m quite entertaining as well as dreadfully awkward. It is what it is. I’ll own that.
This is just a simple case of rural gone urban gone beach bum.
Next time I need to be packed into the oversized beach bag! Please and thank you! Ps love your nail polish color on your tan skin!
Thanks friend! It’s almost time to switch these toes over to orange!
You’re so lucky you get to go visit. I think the beach sounds great. I’ve only been a handful of times too.
Thanks! Yes, I am lucky I get to visit. Somehow we’ve managed to see each other extremely frequently!