Every now and then I have an experience that reminds me what an amzing place I live in....
I left my cell phone at home this morning, so when I got to work, I turned around and headed back to Seabrook. As I passed the Nassau Bay Hilton on Nasa Road 1, Clear Lake unfolded to my right, the the sun glistening off the surface in a exquisite Chamber of Commerce moment. Combine that with the palm trees, and I was in awe. For someone who grew up in a landlocked state that resembles frozen tundra five months out of the year, it was a truly transcendent moment. When life catches up with me and begins to drag me down, driving along the waterfront will invariably help restore my equilibrium and my sanity.
I live less than a mile away from the Gulf of Mexico. Sometimes I'll drive down Todville Road and marvel at the view while I dream of building a house on the waterfront. I've never wanted a sailboat (not that I would turn one down...), but a house on the waterfront would be a dream come true. There is something about the ocean that calms me like nothing else can. Once in a while I'll pull my truck off the road, get out, and just watch the ocean. It can be mesmerizing, and it can be almost meditative in it's peacefulness.
Once in a while I'll make noises about moving, but I can't imagine living anywhere away from the ocean. Why would I ever want to give this up?? Susan, if I EVER begin to speak seriously about moving inland, please feel free to slap me- hard.
