I’m not really a beach person. I don’t go to the beach that much. I don’t go to the beach at all really.
I grew up near the beach, right on the eastern shore of Lake Michigan. It was beautiful. In the summer, the beach is absolutely amazing. I almost never went.
I think the ocean is beautiful. I think the beach is pretty. I like watching the sun go down over the water. I like to see the green flash at the end of sunset. I like the way the sand feels on my bare feet. But I never go to the beach.
I live in San Diego, perhaps one of the greatest beach towns in the country, if not the world. In the twelve years I’ve lived here I bet I’ve gone to the beach and hung out less than 10 times.
I’m just not a beach person…
Or am I?
Maybe I’m missing out. The beach is free. There’s no admission, no parking to pay for. It’s beautiful. Maybe I am a beach person but I’m just not in the habit of going.
For one week, I will go to the beach everyday and see what happens.