Moving back east has allowed me to reconnect with one of my first loves: the beach.
While I lived less than a half-mile from the shores of Lake Erie for 13 years, I didn't go to the beaches there much. They made me homesick. They weren't what I needed in a beach. I needed the ocean breeze wafting the perfume of salt water, warm sand, and suntan lotion around me. All the better if there's a beachside snack shack nearby adding the scent of burgers, hot dogs, and fried clams.
The roots of my life extend to the ocean's shore.