I don’t have a lot of people in my life that I can say I have been talking to for 15 years, but there is one. My friend Ashley, we tortured each other in middle school and became the best of friends. She understood my love for the water, my biggest cheerleader at my water polo games, my kayak buddy and my therapist in between all of those things. We don’t talk much, maybe a couple times a year. I got in contact with her to discuss our lives and where we are at and what we are up to. She reminded me that my happy place has always been the water, it will always be the water and to never hide from the water. We would ditch class to go down to the beach (sorry High School) I am pretty positive that the beach was the first place we drove to when we got our licenses. Growing up in Orange County, CA gave us the opportunity to have the ocean 20 min (no traffic) away, and we thrived off of that.
I am now currently sitting on a land built off of volcanoes, some that are still rumbling. I decided to move to an island, an island that is small-I can see the ocean from a quick drive to the West and a quick drive to the East. It is definitely in the top 10 of best decisions, I have probably ever made. First is probably trusting the ocean to cure my ailments, cure heartbreak, a place to seek inspiration, a time to just sit and watch. As I have gotten older, the ocean has played a huge role for me, spending my lunch breaks in Seattle down on the water front-searching for whales and failing miserably. Now I have a quick drive to any type of beach I want, black sand, white sand, shells, no shells-I’m obsessed. I am content, I am happy. I may not know why I am here in New Zealand, but the universe wanted me here and I am meeting some really wonderful people and I have already grown so much in the last two months. They have shown me new waters, new ways to look at life and help me thrive off of wanderlust-rather than shut it down. I owe this country a lot and it’s only been a short period. It’s a magical land, with magical waters. I encourage you to find your ocean inspiration, in whatever form it may be. Find your happy place, where hurting doesn’t exist. A time to regroup, re-energize, find love in yourself again. It’s tough-I know. I’m not perfect, but the ocean is pretty damn close and it’s helping me find my inner peace.
To all the friends and family that have spent countless hours with me on a beach, I applaud you. I hope that it was as memorable for you, as it has been for me. If it weren’t for you, I probably wouldn’t be sitting on this island in the middle of the pacific ocean. Thank you for giving me the courage in my life, the courage to have restless legs, courage to talk to everyone I encounter, courage to ask someone their story-to be a nomad.