We haven’t watched the sun set on the ocean since we were in the Marshall Islands. There have been so many changes in our life since that time, it’s almost strange how few years have passed since then. And now we live here on the pacific, getting familiar with the cities that line its coast and watching the sun set on it in the evenings. Already I have too much sun on my shoulders and the backs of my legs.
We can see the ocean from our street as we walk to it. We carry quilts, books, sweaters, and dinner. I think it is good for us that even after being transplanted to such a faraway place from any other we’ve known, we are still near the ocean. The smells and sounds of it are so familiar to us, sandy feet and salt on our arms make us feel at home.
p.s. My mom recently texted me “Home is where your husband is.” Made me smile.