Not a day goes by without the longing to glimpse the ocean at my back door again.
The view out my bedroom window now is simply plain brown bricks and a wedge of blue sky.
Isn't it sad that you spend all your teen years gearing to leave the nest and move to the big city where life is supposed to begin - now that i've found myself there, with my name on a lease and house keys of my own, all i want to do is move back to my parents house with the big windows, my mothers garden, golden sunlight and family dinners. Idyllic. I miss it.