I love the idea of living on the beach. Maybe not year round, but just a few months out of the year. Last December, our family spent an amazing day at Long Bay Beach in Antigua. The water was blue, the sand soft and the weather was perfect. My kids played with our friends’ children while we adults sat and drank adult beverages.
I’ll never forget that day. I hope my kids won’t either. I wish I could have made that day last longer.
That’s why I want a house on the beach. I want our families to have more carefree days like the one we had in Tortola. I didn’t have work looming over me. We didn’t have to worry too much about the kids because all the adults watched out for all of our collective children.
To me the beach represents serenity. I’d like to think if I was feeling stressed or overwhelmed that a solitary walk on the beach with the gentle ocean waves crashing at my feet would calm me. I could search for seashells and driftwood to make art with my kids.
I know the realities of living on the beach is not as perfect as my fantasy. There will be sand everywhere. Danger of hurricanes or typhoons. It won’t be sunshine and rainbows everyday.
No matter, I’m adding a beach house to my life list.
Do you enjoy the beach?
This post was inspired by This Is Paradise by Kristina Kahakauwila, a collection of short stories that shares a view of Hawaiians few tourists ever experience. Join From Left to Write on August 8 as we discuss This Is Paradise. As a member, I received a copy of this book for review purposes.