One of the things that excites me the most about going back to Boston is the prospect of going to the beach.
Kansas has no beach.
It has no water (well...if you count ponds and mini lakes, then it does, but it's nothing compared to the salty, treacherous ocean!).
Kansas is a landlocked, flat, wheaty pancake.
I can't wait to dig my toes into the sand, and take a nap with the waves crashing right next to my head. I can't wait to watch the sunrise on the horizon, and wonder who is on all of those little sailboats and cruise ships and barges. I can't wait to look and see nothing but blue as far as I can see!
Okay, maybe it's not all it's cracked up to be, but I don't know that yet. I've never lived by water, or forests, or anything besides farmland and suburbia.
Happy beaching!
