I grew up near the Pacific Ocean. Whenever I go back to San Diego to visit, I have to go and walk down by the cliffs; it's a crucial part of surviving the time in a city that's grown way bigger and busier than it was when I was a kid.
A couple of years ago, in October, my husband and I visited my mom after a niece's wedding in Berkeley. I spent some lovely time down by the cliffs with my sketchbook.
Now things have changed. My mom has died, and the house I grew up in will likely be sold. But those cliffs, my ocean, and all I love about that part of the world will still be there for me...