I used to feel like just a guest, albeit a very welcomed guest. When I would drive up to our beach home, I felt a little like an outsider that was treading on foreign territory. I used to feel like I was trespassing, or merely pretending to belong.
Not any more. As I drive up Coast Avenue to the lovely peach and beige home at the top of the hill, now I feel like it is just an extension of of my family, of myself. It is now just the other place that I live.
3 comments:
Its looks very nice and welcoming to me! Sometimes I wish I could escape to the beach and stay a while or even just a night and relax.
I LOVE going to the beach. You're lucky to have a place to go so it's not just a daytrip down! :-)
It's a beautiful place to have for a get away. There will be many fond memories from the beach house.
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