I used to fear the ocean. Hate it even. When my husband and I first moved to North Carolina, I refused to even go near it. He would literally drag me in, and I would kick and scream until he let me go and then pout for the rest of the day. It’s scary! Fast and deep and unpredictable, full of dangerous creatures and unknowns. Plus sand gets EVERYWHERE. A few weeks into our first summer here, I realized I couldn’t live on the coast and NOT face my fear. So I went swimming. I fought the waves, I got pulled under a few times, I saw a jellyfish, I got sand in every orifice, and I suddenly fell in love. Now I can’t imagine living away from the sea. It’s become my home, my beautiful, dangerous, vast, glorious home.