Seaside Livin
Right now, I'm sitting on the balchony of my family's condo that overlooks the Atlantic Ocean. It has been almost four years since I was last down here, and already, I know tat it was a mistake not coming back here. Well, not a mistake; my reasons for not coming down here with my family were good (I was always working). I just get the feeling that coming down here probably would have been a major relief for my psyche.
Being here is very relaxing. The thermomater says it's close to 80 degrees, but it feels closer to 70. A gentle breeze is coming off the ocean, cooling things down. There is the continual smell of salt water and sand. It's very picturesque. Mind you, I'm on the fourth floor of an ocean front condo in South Carolina, so my vantage is a bit skewed. Yet, I needed this.
To be honest, I haven't done much beyond, eat, sleep, watch tv and read here. My family is currently in the mode of, do what we want when we want. I've only been down to the actual beach once, and that was to go on a walk with mom. Nicole thinks I'm nuts for not just laying about on the beach, but I just haven't felt like sitting and baking in the sun (the balcony is covered). Mind you, it's close to 90 in the sun and I am not a big fan of heat.
But yeah, I love it down here. It's a change from Ohio, and definetly a big a change from Princeton. All of the hustle and bustleof the east is conviengently situated up north in Myrtle Beach. Here in Litchfield (we're on the same island of Myrtle Beach, but it's not as overgrown), it's much more quiet. It used to be even more so, almost to the point of being desolate, but word of a nice seaside town that wasn't built up spread. Thankfully careful zoning and a commitment to preventing overgrowth has helped keep this part of the island quiet. It is this quiet that I have needed so desperatly these past couple of months.
There is nothing here to really distract me or to get me riled up. Sure I don't have much to do in Cincinnati, but there is something about it that doesn't quite let me feel totally at ease. Cincinnati hasn't really felt like home in a couple of years. It's where my family lives, but it doesn't feel the same. My father told me that it would feel less and less like home as I would get older, and it's slowly happened. Yet, while it hasn't felt like home, because of the time I spent there, it isn't always the most relaxing place to be.
I think a lot of this has to do with the associations that Cincinnati has in relation to Princeton. Cincinnati has always where I've gone just before, or just after having been to Princeton. It's been a bit of a transfer stop over the past four years. Since the summer of 2000, I've been living so on the go, that I've never really taken the time to just stop and chill out. Bouncing from one place to the next, this is the longest I've ever stayed in Cincinnati, as well as the lonest I've ever gone without working. This has definetly taken some getting used to. But, I think I finally am.
So now, I am here in beautiful South Carolina, and I am living the life. This has been four years in the making, and I must say, this break has definetly been worth the wait.

