I grew up in an army town so having my friends taken from me every two years sucked. I made a vow that I would never ever marry a man in the army. Do you hear the universe cocking the fuck with me gun? Since meeting my husband, we have renewed exactly one lease and even then we moved early. He’s not even in the army. This past move took us to the end of the world. Or at least the left part of the continent. I can walk out of my apartment and down some stairs to the ocean. I don’t even have to cross the road. It’s just right there. Every single window has an ocean view. Unobstructed ocean view. I don’t even have to open the windows to hear the waves.
For a Pisces, this is heaven.
The ocean is mighty. In the 11 months I’ve lived here, 40 foot of cliff has fallen. One building is dangerously close to falling right in. One big earthquake and I’ll be able to get an ocean view at my feet. And the sand. My god the sand. It’s every where. Open or closed windows the sand comes in. The sea air is eating the paint on one of our vehicles and rusting everything else. Dampness causes mold. In other words, we are her bitch. She doesn’t let us forget it.
But still, I’ll miss the waves. It gives me just enough noise to think. I’m not sure how I’ll adjust to the quiet. With every move, we do something different. This time it was the ocean. I can’t really say it was a good year but I know that when I look back, I’ll only remember the ocean.