My arms are weighed down with bags and my hands are full of colorful candies, but I don’t care. There are mobs of people swarming around shops and their disruptively loud conversations are pounding into my head, but I take no notice. As I run away from the flashing lights and cheerful laughter and onto the sinking sand, the shattered shells pinch my feet, but I don’t even flinch. Well actually I do. Gritting my teeth, I mutter to myself and hobble about. However, once past that, the cool velvety sand runs between my toes and the rhythmic tide submerges my skin in icy water. This is all I care about. Just being there, all there, in that moment… My feet going numb, my hair blowing into a wild mess, the salty sea spray released as waves curl and crash… Dim light from the boardwalk seemingly miles away, reflects on the dark, glassy shore and I know for sure, this is the only place I need to be. The ocean was calling and whispering for only me to hear: This is your home.