This week I got invited to go to the beach, immediately I
said yes. I could instantly feel the sand on my feet, smell the ocean breeze
and feel the heat from the sun. I started mentally packing my bag; shorts, flip
flops and sunglasses. I was so excited until I realized that I am in the middle
of Virginia in fall. It’s cold and the nearest beach is five hours away. My bag
would have to be adjusted, I would need to include long sleeves and pants,
definitely not beach attire. I still wanted to go to the beach. I haven’t been
since August where at home it was a twenty minute drive and I didn’t go as much
as I wish I went now.
I still was
determined to get my feet in the sand. I called my mom and told her about my
plans, when I would leave and when I would be getting home. I was going to the
beach! It was going to be different from the Florida beaches but a beach
nonetheless. I went through the next day still thinking about the beach while wearing
my layers of clothes and boots, it definitely felt weird. Later that day I was
talking to my sisters and somehow it got brought up that I was going to the
beach this weekend. The first thing they both said was “Virginia has a beach!?”
I thought about that because I would never guess from all the mountains around
campus that in this same state there is a coastline.
As the week progressed I kept thinking about the long drive
to the beach, the long drive back to school and the fact that it would be cold.
I started thinking that I would have to wait until December when I go home to
see the beach. There I can actually swim in the water even though it’s December.
I decided against the beach, mainly because of the drive. Today I regret that
because I could have been with my feet in the
sand looking at the waves.
