I needed this getaway.
To bite the bullet and board a plane.
To distance myself from home.
To see old friends and meet new ones.
To be near the ocean.
For whatever reason, the ocean has always given me peace.
It calms me.
Although, it hasn’t helped much with the incredibly severe bout of writers block I’ve been encountering.
But the crashing of the waves.
The tremendous open expanse of ocean meeting horizon.
A catharsis. A mind break.
No thoughts or worries about angry husbands, fighting kids, unwashed clothes and uncooked meals.
Nothing but the constant white noise, gulls cries and Bon Jovi songs floating through my mind.
For three days, my own room.
My own bed.
I can be as messy as I want.
There has been no fighting.
3 beautiful days.
There has been nothing.
Just me, my friends and the breaking waves.