So if I change the name of my blog, I would have to change my theme to something less serious. I don’t know if I want to do that. I really like that theme. The woman actually looks like me, and of course there’s the ocean.
I feel a deep connection with the ocean because I grew up in a town with four beaches. You could see the ocean from the top of my hill. I used to walk the beaches all the time. Physical activity was never hard to find in Swampscott; I was always on foot, even after I learned to drive.
The ocean was my solace when I was friendless, hopeless, when my parents fought, when my heart got broken, when my depression took hold. I used to sit on the rocks and write in my journal, sometimes even in the freezing cold.
As much as I disliked the other kids in Swampscott for either picking on or ignoring me, I loved the town itself. And I miss it. I miss walking those beaches, those streets.
I miss the ocean in general. You would think, living on New Hampshire’s Seacoast, we would be all over the beach. But we’re not. Hampton Beach is closest, but it’s a whole different culture, there. It’s just not the same.
York Beach is much better, but farther away. We did vacation there for a weekend in October. It’s really hard to get there in summer, as it floods with tourists.
I’m not actually a “beach person” in the strictest sense. I am fair-skinned and red-haired. I only burn. It’s hard for me to spend more than a couple of hours at the beach in the summer sun. I become exhausted from the heat. Used to do it all day, everyday of summer as a kid, though. My mother was a beach bum and sun screen ninja.
I prefer the beach in my regular clothes, off season or at night.
So, will I end up changing my blog’s theme to something lighter and more fun? I don’t know.