This morning was the first in several days that I didn’t wake up to the sounds of the ocean lapping at the shore.
This morning, I didn’t roll out of bed and sink my toes in the sand before taking a bite of breakfast.
This morning, I didn’t squint into the bright sun reflecting on the gorgeous, shimmering water as far as the eye could see.
This morning, I didn’t wake up with a heart swelled with happy.
This morning, I accepted the realization that I am an addict.
My name is Desiree and I’m a beach addict. A water addict. A coastal addict.
I am not the same “me” without it. I can go for a bit without my fix, but once I get a taste again I just need more.
I’m going through some serious withdrawal.
And I’m ashamed to admit it, but I am going to need another fix soon.
(This post is dedicated to the people of St. Simons Island, especially Cap of Lighthouse Trolley Tours, Bud of the King and Prince Resort, and Leigh with Leigh Court Publicity, who hosted me on my last visit to the shore. You are the best kind of enablers.)