Four years. That’s how long I’ve been living in True Ocean, New York. I came here to pursue a college degree in biology with hopes of getting into a top medical school like John Hopkins. What I ended up with was a Bachelor’s in environmental sciences – a feat I was very proud of. Saving the world became my goal instead of saving people.
I had True Ocean to thank for that. The city’s calm beach and less than blue waters helped me realize my true passion and purpose in life . It was one of the many reasons why I fell in love.
I wasn’t always fond of the city, but as time passed , I began to see it in a different light. I started to appreciate its humble skyline and the way flowers would bloom in all colors every spring. Its coffee shops and quaint buildings made me feel at home. But most of all, I loved the beach.
Although it was no Hawaii, it was still beautiful. The way the waves would crash against the shore calmed my nerves whenever life’s pressures overwhelmed me. Walking on the wet sand and leaving my footprints behind only to have them be washed away was like the ocean’s way of promis ing to keep all my secrets. Feeling the co ld water hit my ankles was like soft kisses from the sea itself.
Yes, the beach was my favorite part of the city and I spent countless hours studying, reading, drawing, laying, and watching gorgeous sunrises in the past four years. After a long day of classes and work and professors and textbooks, my day always ended happily when I stretched out on the cool sand, looking up at the faded stars and listening to my favorite songs.
The past four years seemed like a dream – a dream made up of high points, low points, and everything in between. True Ocean and I had many good times together, but like every relationship, we had our share of struggles. My beloved city wasn’t always so nice. Destructive storms, bitter winters, unbearable summers – all took its toll . There were times I wanted to leave and find another, but I loved the city too much to pack my bags.
And here I am now, after four years, in an empty apartment with a loaded car waiting for me. There comes a time in your life when you have to make a crucial choice – move forward into the unknown or stay with the familiar. I would always love True Ocean, but I knew it was time to move on. It was a bittersweet goodbye but a necessary one. Although I would miss its skyline and flowers and coffee shops and quaint buildings and of course, the beach, I had to accept the fact that the city was no longer the place I needed to be in. I had to put myself first and leave it behind. Even if it hurt to be separated from the one I love, its purpose in my life had been fulfilled. And understanding that left me with a sense of peace that gave me the strength to move forward.