My happy place is the beach. I am in my element if by the sea. No matter how rotten of a day I’ve just had, if I make my way to the ocean I know I’ll be alright. My heart has always belonged to the east coast of Canada, and maybe that’s partly because its my home. Even after visiting 32 countries around the world and putting my toes in the sands of countless beaches, I’m still partial to Canada’s east coast beaches. I would prefer if the waters were a bit more turquoise, that palm trees lined the coast, and that the temperatures were a lot more tropical, but my heart and soul belongs to Atlantic Canada’s beaches, especially the ones in southern Nova Scotia.
Over Thanksgiving weekend I had the opportunity to travel to southern Nova Scotia–or to the end of the world as I call it. Once you reach Yarmouth, Nova Scotia there isn’t anywhere else to go–unless that is if you decide to swim to Maine, U.S.. Nova Scotia’s two main highways end in Yarmouth–the end of the road. Yet, at the end of the road Yarmouth, a small town, is surrounded by amazing one of a kind beaches. Each beach has its own features, although the weather is almost always windy along the coast, it’s still undeniable just how beautiful the beaches are.
Even though I am originally from southern Nova Scotia, each time I venture back home I find a new little sanctuary I had not seen before. There is joy in being from a place which allows you to turn every corner and find a new coastal serenity, most of which are always desolate, isolated, remote, and tranquil. The majority of the time there won’t be a soul in sight. Hence why I am so used to having the beach all to myself. What a shocker it was to visit Manly Beach and Bondi Beach for the first time in Australia and seeing the massive crowds of people sprawled out on every inch of the sands. I just wasn’t used to that. And apparently I had visited during the off season. I can’t imagine being there on Christmas or New Year’s Day. It was an eye opening experience.
Canada’s east beaches might be a little bit cold at times, but they are the bomb! I don’t know if its the rugged natural landscape, the quiet peaceful environment, or the ocean waves rolling in the background, I know that when I plant my feet on an east coast beach shore I am home. How can you not love these unique views? I also found out that apparently my boyfriend could be a photographer because he captured such amazing pictures of me in my element at Ocean Beach (i.e.the break water) in Little River Harbour, N.S.. Who doesn’t love the name Ocean Beach? It can’t get much more simpler than that can it? Clearly I can see my own love and passion for the beach spilling from the images onto the screen. Can you sense my joy?
Where is your happy place?