It has recently become apparent to me that I completely take living by the coast for granted and potentially don't realise how lucky I really am to have golden sands and blue seas right on my doorstep. (Okay, I know the Norfolk coast's not really the white sands of the Maldives, and the sea is too cold to swim in, but it's a starting point) I often get the chance to travel to London and other inland cities around the UK for work. When introducing myself and telling people where I live, I'm often greeted with the general 'oh you're so lucky to live by the beach' or 'I'd love to live on the coast.' to which I reply along the lines of 'yes, it is lovely'. But on a recent blog-related jaunt to London, I found myself speaking with a woman who had previously lived by the sea but then moved to the capital to further her career. Something she mentioned that has stuck with me since meeting her was she felt she didn't have somewhere to escape the rat race of London and often felt claustrophobic living in a big city. Sure there is an abundance of green parks to unwind in but in this case they don't neccasarily deliver the same feeling of escapism like the beach does.
The word claustrophobic resonated with me; it couldn't be a more fitting word to describe how I feel at the thought of not having the sea within proximity. Admittedly I don't make the most of it (working full time is a b*tch) but when I do, sitting by the ocean or walking along the promenade ,even on a grey day pictured here, evokes so much emotion in me and can banish all tension and stress. There is something both overwhelming and relaxing at the thought of being on the edge of a land mass, and nothing could bring me even remotely close to trading this in for big city living.