I love the city incomparably, but escaping for holiday weekends (and regular weekends, and mid-week jaunts) is what keeps me (and, I’m inclined to guess, the rest of its denizens) somewhat sane.
There’s something about being close to the ocean that brings a clarity unachievable in the concrete jungle. It’s almost like all the little people living inside my head just decide to go ahead and take a very long nap. Wearing no more than two articles of clothing at a time and always having a drink in hand helps too, they think.
Good post. I learn something new and challenging on websites I stumbleupon everyday.
It will always be helpful to read articles from other
authors and practice a little something from other web sites.
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