I thought "A Year Near the Water" meant just that. However, the landlord put the "For Sale" sign up
and got a cash buyer. It sucks, but I'm out in 11 months. One shy, of my plan.
What did I learn? To start with the ocean is beautiful, powerful and untamable. Those fortunate few
water men who become one with her are in a different class than me. I wish it wasn't so, but each time I enter, it is with a certain trepidation and awe. There is not the sense of freedom that I so want, but one of restriction. Like life, I constantly fight against the tide, when I know the only smooth sailing is going with the current. Why can I not for once just let go? Too late now.
Is there a book in this year? Will it change me as a person? Can I sleep without the sound of the
surf?
Time will tell, but for now the sun has set on my Year Near the Water.