I’m feeling a bit better today, but while I’ve been lying here sick, I’ve had time to daydream. One of the things I like to think about is where I would live if money and family obligations were no object. I guess the photo accompanying this post is a clue to my answer.
I’ve lived only in a few geographical places in my life: Indiana, California, and Germany. I’ve vacationed only in: Kentucky, Wisconsin, Utah, Nevada, Texas, New York, and Jamaica. And I’ve driven across several more of the U.S. States.
I’ve never spent more than three consecutive days at the Pacific coast. I’ve never seen the Atlantic coast, except from the air. And I’ve spent four days in a beach cottage on the Caribbean Sea. So, obviously, fantasy fuels my idea of living by the sea, not experience.
Would my little, or not so little, house be on the California coast, farther north, farther south? Or would I live on the opposite side of the country? How about on the opposite side of the Atlantic … Ireland, France, Spain? Maybe in the Caribbean, Hawaii, or Down Under? While I’m dreaming, why not have houses on them all?
Whenever I’m by the ocean, I feel the allure. It just feels right. But it should feel wrong. I have no desire to be in or on the water. I can’t swim, and I can barely breath when I’m floating on water that’s over my head. I have no desire to experience hurricanes or tsunamis. And I’m convinced that at least a good portion of the western U.S. coast will sink below the surface of the Pacific ocean someday.
Then there’s my irrational fear. It’s all too easy for me to visualize some huge—HUGE—monstrosity rising out of the sea to destroy the world. That’s crazy talk; I know. Yet I think about it every single time I look out over the ocean.
So, there you go. Sensible or not, my dream house would be beachside. Is it that we always want what we don’t have? Do I have a fleeting memory of having lived by the sea in some past life? Is it some primordial urge to return to whence we came? Who knows. We dream what we dream.
Dream with me today. If wishes were homes, where would yours be?