My family is relocating to another military base (and only too soon I should be moving independently as well), so I'm trying to make my last moments here count. Naturally for me this means lingering at the beach until I feel forced to leave. I'm a little heartbroken to be moving away from the beach; we won't be far down the road, but there is nothing compared to the convenience of walking to the water. This is the trouble with falling in love with places when you were born a nomad. Even homes don't last forever.
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