Going home again


They say you can’t go home again. And for a guy like me, with a rather peripatetic lifestyle, that’s rarely been much of a concern. I make it a habit to “go places” rather than to “go back” to places so the number of repeat visits I’ve logged is relatively low. Except for one particular spit of sand on Florida’s Atlantic coastline. And, while it was never actually my home, the visits do rather feel like being home again.

Part of that is the familiarity of having been so often. Some days I’m convinced I could make the 60ish mile drive from the airport to the front door with my eyes closed. The few restaurants we’ve eaten at for 30+ years are mostly still there and mostly the same. I’m pretty sure that my first meal at the world famous Oasis restaurant was a fried fish sandwich. At least two of my meals this weekend will be that same sandwich. And even though I probably shouldn’t be eating that much fried food it really is delicious and the beers are ice cold.

This really was the color in the sky; I didn’t alter this photo at all other than to crop it down.

More than the familiarity, though, is the part where it is so welcoming and comforting to be here. Part of that is the people and part of it is the environment in general. Relaxed & friendly, almost on “island time” but without the unreliable aspect that often brings into play.

The rainbow made a full arc; just one of the great things about a beach rainstorm.

And there’s the part where, time after time, the views are simply spectacular.

I’ve visited more beaches than I can probably remember. And, in many cases, they’re not worth remembering, mostly because they simply don’t measure up to “home.” This little spit of sand, however, remains my favorite in the world.

I wandered past this wedding party taking a celebratory dip in the ocean just around sunset.
I wandered past this wedding party taking a celebratory dip in the ocean just around sunset.

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Seth Miller

I'm Seth, also known as the Wandering Aramean. I was bit by the travel bug 30 years ago and there's no sign of a cure. I fly ~200,000 miles annually; these are my stories. You can connect with me on Twitter, Facebook, and LinkedIn.

5 Comments

  1. Yup gotta love where I live it is a piece of paradise and as for the Oasis food just great. Moved here because people wonderful, weather good and a little bit of paradise after all we are one of the happiest places in the country!!!!

  2. Great post. Like you, my peripatetic soul keeps me on the go, although I have countless repeat places. One is more special than the others and it is also a beach. Mine is in South Carolina. I’ve been to so many beaches on six continents and none can compare to my special one. Treasure the memories. Enjoy the food!

  3. Until I clicked on the ‘world famous oasis’ link, I had no idea where this was.

  4. Great article and amazing photos. My favorite is Torrey Pines in San Diego. Although these days I go to the beach in Ventura on a weekly basis.

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