I think that the reason I am looking forward to my move is that this ocean is my childhood. We used to go here every summer. I used to pretend to be an Indian, and a settler girl. My dad used to search for seashells that should be my bowls. He used to make me tools with seaweed and rocks on sticks. He drilled holes in smaller shells so that I could make jewelry out of them. We would come to the ocean, rain or shine, and camp. We would curl up on rainy vacations with a new book, and have marshmallows in hot chocolate. We would go exploring. I used to spend hours on the sand, making shelters for us to sit out of the wind in. This ocean is a place I thought only “other” people lived at, and I got to visit. Now it’s going to be MY HOME. That little girl inside me has died and gone to heaven! We are both overjoyed to think that we get to be the “others”. This beach is not the one I used to spend so many hours on, but it is the same ocean. My kids will get to live there. We will get to play in the sand and make castles, and fly kites. My childhood vacation is soon to be my children’s everyday. I can’t wait.