Blame it on the Beach Boys and my orange Morey boogie board that would send my seven year-old self spinning through Salt Creek’s whitewash. I didn’t know it yet, but some kind of bug bit me good—the type of bug that constantly keeps an extra body in the lineup. This bug isn’t so rare these days, but it’s been known to cause symptoms like extreme joy when near an ocean, daydreams about the ocean and the constant urge to ride waves—results may vary!
For a brief moment, I lived within close proximity to the beach only to be driven back to my Georgia roots all too soon. As I watched the brown scenery transform to deep shades of green from an airplane window with despair, I promised I would be back. After 11 years, I hopped from Atlanta, Georgia to Austin,Texas and finally, three years later, to the west coast.