Galapagos

Without intending to do so, I have spent the majority of my life very close to bodies of water.  

Until I was seven, we lived in Causeway Bay in Hong Kong.  Although we were within short proximity to water, as the name suggests, I do not recall seeing the bay frequently.  Waterfront views were limited to short ferry rides into Kowloon to visit my mom's family. Even from a recreational standpoint, I remember going to the beach as a massive undertaking; clunky beach bags and lawn chairs touted onto public transport - a trip on the subway, only to transfer to a lengthy bus ride in order to reach Shek O Beach.  I am certain my sister and I tested our parent's patience during those trips, if their infrequency was testimonial.

Our family eventually moved to the United States, and settled in Staten Island.  We were approximately 20 min drive to the various coasts and beaches on Staten Island, though the preferred destination would be the Jersey Shore.  

When my wife and I finally left Staten Island for Brooklyn, we found ourselves attracted to places near the water.  Perhaps ill advised post-Hurricane Sandy, we first lived in downtown Brooklyn, in a high-rise that had views of the waters surrounding Manhattan.  Despite being 36 floors up, both of us were pleasantly surprised, and found great comfort in hearing the Staten Island ferry blow its horn to signal its departure.  It was a reminder of the home we knew for quite a long time.  

Our next move would be to Dumbo, near the park.  I take many strolls there early in the morning, to watch the waves crash among the rocks.  During high tides signaling the coming of a storm, the waters surge above the rocks, spilling onto the walkway and catching dog-walkers unawares.  I let my eyes follow the wake from nearby ferries and ships, watching their velocity translate into cresting waves that push back to the shore.  I wish I could sufficiently put into words the immense comfort in watching the waters recede and pull away, only to come back.  In this way, nothing ever leaves.  Everything eventually returns to shore.

Smashing Pumpkins - Galapagos.