July 18, 1993: Just another beach day…

It is true that routine days can be the best days and we often take the simplicities of life for granted until they are gone.

A couple summers after I entered this into my diary, I found myself on a one-way trip to Tennessee and although beloved, that beautiful state is landlocked and my soul has forever craved the ocean.

The 16-year-old version of me was heartbroken and lost. New state, new school, same me…but lost.

I wished and wished for just another beach day…

Everyday extraordinary is often disguised as everyday ordinary.