Moving to the beach!

I've been talking and thinking and dreaming about this for a while, now it's a reality...Grandma is moving to the beach! I've got an apartment, not in the house where I've been staying, but nearby. My new address actually has the word "Beach" in it twice, a lifelong dream come true! It's got a terrace overlooking the sea and a view from the living room windows. Actually I face right onto the break and can see from my window if there are any waves and who's out. I need no shoes and need cross only one street to walk onto the beach any time I want. Turn left and I'm right in the middle of whatever's going on, turn right and I can be alone if I want to. Oh yeah, down the street less than one block is our local surf shop. My new landlord is a surfer and I can take his dog for a run on the beach any time.

I will be able to wake up every morning and surf, if I so choose. And for those February onshore sessions it's not very far to run from freezing water to a nice warm shower and a drink. I am looking forward to getting out early in the mornings. Now, since I have a two minute walk instead of a four hour train ride, I can surf without killing the whole day.

It's going to be like living in a small town but I can have the city whenever I want to (though why I would want to, I don't know.)

I would want to live here even if I couldn't surf, but if this doesn't make me a good surfer, nothing will.

I can't even believe I'm really doing this. I am excited and scared. I am looking at my earthly possessions all packed into a mountain of boxes. Only three more days!

Meanwhile, the weekend is looking good---Weather Channel promises one last blast of summer---and I hope my board will be ready to go.