Homesick

Something strange happened today.
I missed home.
I never get homesick. I never wish I was in Boothbay. I'm sorry, its true.
But today, while I was at Lynch Park with my floor, walking along the beach, I breathed in deep. And that salty air... they always say that the sense of smell is the one closest connected to memory. And it smelled like home. And I missed home.
And even last weekend, when I was in Boothbay, as I drove around Ocean Point, I remembered why I loved it so much. It really is one of the most beautiful places in the world.
And I miss it. I miss the ocean. My ocean.
So maybe, just maybe, I'm ready for summer.
But don't quote me on that.