aka between a rock and a hard place 💎
When I first moved to a city that was, by my definition, landlocked (Potomac is NOT a shoreline 😂) I felt instant suffocation. Claustrophobia. When you live the majority of your life on a seaside, you come to accept that one of the “walls” of your existence is vast, deep, blue ocean. Everything else is just land occupying the glorious space on its shores.
Two years since, my heart still skips a joyous beat when I visit home, Miami, or another city on the open water. But I can also say that I am, now, okay. I’m okay with exploring the fields and the forests, the nooks and the crannies of the narrow older cities miles away from the closest wave. I no longer turn my nose up at the mentions of rivers. Yikes, you surely aren’t the Atlantic, but this girl would move to London in a heartbeat and adore Thames like it’s Biscayne Bay.
Have you ever moved from a seaside location to a landlocked one, and did you ever get over this feeling? 🌊
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