Landlocked

I'm taking abreak from Woosley Gumpt (the book) today as I'm over thinking things. 

I'm feeling landlocked.  I grew up in Devon, my spiritual home and now live in another lovely part of the world that would be perfect if it weren't for the lack of the sea.  I am craving a wet and windy walk along the shore watching the rolling waves, feeling the Atlantic's strength, making me feel both small and inferiour yet so so alive.  I miss 'my' ocean.  My parents moved back down to the West Country a few years ago, I think I resented them at the time, after all it was they who enforced my own relocation northward away from the spray.  Now I envy them and their decision. 

I need to be grown up about things really.  It would be impossible to relocate right now, my boys are happy and settled, my husbands work centres around this (beautiful) area, my father-in-law needs us.  I have good friends here, and pleasant cottage, there are many trees.... but still, I still ache for my ocean. 

It inspires me. 

I'm going to hold onto this thought, these feelings and memories and try to work them into my landlocked life.  Why do I feel I can do things when in Devon that seem impossible here?  Daft really, but any one who's heart has been stolen by the coast and its people will probably understand.

Only 4 months until I'm back in my own slice of Heaven, at which point, true to form, I'll decide I miss my trees and mountains and ache to come home.  My long term mission is to combine both, and make my/our home in Devon again.  Today's mission is to daydream about my home and take comfort from my beautiful memories, because really, I'm not far from home at all, its in my heart.  I want to share it with my family everyday, especially on a cold November day where the sky everywhere else would dampen the spirits but where, in Devon, its just another beautiful day. *sigh*