
Originally Posted by
collierbriana
I moved from San Diego to DC for a job last summer and I cried all the way to the Rockies. Leaving my house that was 3 blocks from the ocean after a perfect May of calm clean spring sets was excruciating. I honestly did not know how I was going to cope and I spent the first four or five weekends driving out to Ocean City and getting in even when the waves were crap-ass.
It got easier as time passed though, kind of like a death. I remembered feeling better when I got to the mountains in CO and I started climbing, discovering happily that the DC area has some sick rock faces to offer. Then this winter I took two surf vacations, one back to San Diego and one to Puerto Rico.
I deeply miss feeling so immediately connected to the ocean and the sense of balance that connection provided, but at the same time, I love my job, and I have found other things in life to fill the void. To stay at the beach to be an every day surfer, you really have to make some huge sacrifices. In the end for me, I did the math and made my decision to leave. You just gotta do it, man. It doesn't mean you don't love surfing. It just means you don't want to be limited. I get excited every time I thing about the next surf spot I'll discover. If I still lived at the beach, I wouldn't be adventuring out this way. Nicaragua is next on my list.
Just rip off the band-aid!