Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. I break the surface of the sand as I approach the crashing waves. This is not California sand, it is disparate. But wrapped in that difference is a familiarity and I realize that this ocean connects me to home. A bit of nostalgia sinks in. I inhale the salty air. The ice cold water pierces my skin and sends a chill up my spine. Yet, somehow I am soothed. I never thought the sea could be so comforting. I am home.