Sitting here once again at the beloved starbucks I know oh so very well. familiar. Peaceful the same. Still dreaming of the ocean though. Wanting to go back and just stay and watch the waves and the sea foam crash upon the shore. With coffee of course. The idea of living near the beach for me is a dream come true but there are some that claim I would get tired of it. Maybe, but the only reason we get tired of things is we do the same thing within that area. Yes of course I could find other stuff to do here, but the ocean is my home, not this place. It can't be because I am always thinking of the ocean. Money. Time. Machine. It all has to work.