For as long I can remember I’ve had a dream of living on the beach. I am pretty sure it was the very first dream I ever created for myself. At the ripe age of five following my first trip to Hawaii I solidified the need for a beach life.
As I got older that dream only grew stronger and I always wondered why the beach was such a magical place. The sensory experience of the sand between my toes, the sound of the waves crashing down, the sight of the open, vast ocean in front of me, and the saltiness in the air always brought this feeling of adventure and aliveness in me – where everything seemed possible.