The first day in weeks that Wrightsville Beach gets good "3 star" surf (according to Wblive), I'm stuck at home because I live 15 minutes car drive away and my dad doesn't want to drop me off "by myself" and he has to work
I feel like I'm in prison right now.
Is it okay to cry because you missed out on soul-enhancing waves?
I've literally never felt so trapped in my life.
But, at least I know I love surfing (as if I didn't already).
siiiiiiiigh...