only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
only hate the road when you’re missing home
I’ve never been a fan of the beach. Sand in places you don’t want sand, sun that burns, salt that stings. So maybe it’s because I haven’t been to the beach in such a long time that made sitting on the sand and the cool water lapping against feet feel so amazing. Or maybe it’s the fact that I escaped freezing temperatures to a far more bearable climate.