So, I’m heading home to St. Petersburg, Florida tomorrow. I’m pretty excited to see my friends and family again, but most of all, I’m excited to see the water!.
All my life, I’ve taken the beaches, the Gulf, and Tampa Bay for granted. I’ve always thought that the people who “ooohhed” and “ahhhed” over me being from Florida were idiots. “But, you get to go to the beach whenever you want?” they’d say. Big, freaking deal! Before I left for the “A”, I couldn’t remember the last time that I actually went to the beach. The thought of massive crowds, the blistering sun, and the pain of getting sand off every inch of my body, would be enough to keep me inside, flipping through the TV channels offered by Bright House.
But, things have changed. I miss it like I’ve never missed it before. I actually relish looking out the window at the blue-green swash of color, shimmering beneath the sun as my plane touches down. The last time, I actually stuck my head out the window of my mom’s car and inhaled the salty air deep into my lungs as we rode across the Howard Franklin. I was home and it felt good.
So, to all my readers out there who are away from “home” trying to establish “home” in another place, tell me what you truly miss now about that place you left. Is it something you thought you’d never miss like me? of has it always been there, a solitary yearning only satiated by periodic visits?