The house we got for the hostel is, according to google maps, 6 minutes walking from the sea. 6 minutes walking! I’ve never lived so close to the water before and I can’t wait to start this life!
I’ve always known I had to live by the sea. That in order for me to live a happy life, the sea needed to be close by. Sometimes we can deal with the sad days, no problem. Other days we need a little help. So to have the sea as your helper is to guarantee you will always get over the sadness. You will always find happiness again.
In this context, I leave you with some much better written words…
“Some years ago — never mind how long precisely — having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can” ― Herman Melville. Moby-Dick, 1922, Chapter I.
