I set my GPS to Marina Beach. It’s about 10 minutes away from my studio apartment. I didn’t know what to expect when I got out of my car and started following signs to the park.
The first thing I saw was boats. Boats, boats, and more boats.
All set in the emerald waters of the harbor, waiting for their captains to set sail.
Being from the CA Bay Area, boats weren’t that new or exciting. It wasn’t until I crossed the bridge over to the Marina that I was blow away by the view.
Blue grey skies with light steaming down between the gaps in the clouds, sea salt catching in the breeze, sea fowl chattering to themselves.
The feeling that swelled in me was an epiphany mixed with awe.
And the disappointment of not having my notebook with me on this Easter Sunday.
So, like a true Millennial, I decided to blog about this experience.
Today, I feel like I have finally come home to the Pacific Northwest.