as a kid i took living near the sea for granted. i loved the sea but it was always there, alwyas the same but never really the same. when i moved away ten years ago i thought it was temporary, just a year or two but since then ive been to the coast three times. sometimes i truly think i will die because of how much i miss the sea.
this desesperate yearning that i feel towards the ocean is a constant presence, just like the ocean was before, and every december it suffocates me more than ever. for me, the ocean and the end of the year are two things that represents very similar things. the same way that when we are standing in front of the sea, looking at the horizon and all its endless life and existence, when i am living during december and i try to look ahead, the year that is coming always feels exactly the same.
i grew up with the sea, i grew up knowing how far it goes, how deep it goes but i didnt grow up thinking i would have so many years ahead. nowadays the idea to just go towards the ocean feels more comforting than staying inland, the ocean feels more familiar.
its been around two or three years that any future planning i do has the criteria of moving back closer to the sea, dont care if is moving back to my hometown or moving to the big city, i just want the sea close to me again.