The Ocean

When I was a little kid, I was obsessed with the ocean, I would beg my parents
and older brother to take me. It was the funnest most awesomest place to be! I
loved the white sandy beaches and the ever reoccurring mountains of water that
would pound me onto the shore.
When I got older and into high school it was the place I went to get away and a
lot of the time, because my family and I were part of Lower Class America, it
was the only place I could go without having to spend any money. The beaches
on the Waianae Coast although I didn't realize when I was there, are the
warmest and clearest beaches I have known and loved.
Then, I moved to San Francisco in search of a better education, the waters there
are cold and filthy, but hey compensate with the long shorelines and the
shameless partial nudity... but still, it isn't the same.
Over the past current weeks, I've noticed that, that passion has come back. At
my girlfriend's apartment, they have a pool, I have been swimming in it like a
fish. At night I open the window to hear the highway because it sort of sounds
like the waves and wind are the beach. And when I was in Chinatown about a
week ago, I bought me ocean incenses. I'm not sure if I am homesick or have
just discovered a long lost obsession... I think it might be a bit of both.