I made it to the beach

So the guy broke up with me.  I couldn't follow all the reasons he gave me for feeling like we are just not connecting, because it was all over once he said he didn't think we should see each other anymore.  Something about wanting to feel a connection but it not happening.  Something about liking me as a person but not seeing any future potential.  It really doesn't matter.  If at least one person isn't willing to make it something worth saving there is nothing more to do.

And that is why I'm writing this post from a hostel at a lighthouse on the coast of California.  I needed just a day to get a away.  Of course I had to choose the first truly rainy day after a week of gorgeous sunny weather for my hour-and-a-half long drive, but having finally made it I am glad I made the plan.

The drive was a mix of sad feelings and thoughts of, "I really don't understand why these things never work out," but the moment I pulled in to the hostel the clouds lifted and the sun began shining on the ocean waves that crashed up against the rocky coast line.  I strolled down to the beach and inspected the plant and animal life.  I let the ocean waves wash over my galloshes.  And I realized that even though it is November, I finally made it to the beach!  Nothing in the summer had panned out for me to come and see the ocean but I am here; I made it.  Not in a bikini, but in a overcoat and Wellingtons.

And stromping through the sand in the sun, I felt great.