Since my happy place doesn’t exist anymore in the same reality I do, I’ve been drawn to my second happy place – somewhere near the ocean. Ever since driving up and down the Norway coast as a teenager with my childhood family I’ve been drawn to the ocean. Childhood summertime not spent on our summer house was spent on the seashore. After I got married with my husband in Las Vegas we headed to California and had a surreal, beautiful, strange week in the Big Sur area and near San Francisco.
I’ve never been to US east coast, but I don’t think I can fall in love with it the same way I love the west. Pacific coast has never been too hot for me. I could sit and stare at the sea for hours. The sea is never the same. I’ve mentioned once before (and way more often in real life) that the thing I miss in Colorado are large bodies of water. In Helsinki I used to live 5 minutes walk from the sea and it made the city a bit easier to breathe in, even if the beach was enjoyable maybe 3 months a year.