It's hot in the concrete jungle right now. This weekend I'm escaping to an island, Coney Island to catch the Siren Music festival, but what I dream about doing is moving to a world where I can chillax and hang loose. I wanted to surf for as long as I can remember. Maybe it's because I grew up around lakes, but never the ocean. In 2002 when "Blue Crush" came out, my friends and I got really into wanting to learn to surf. Their obsession wore off while mine stuck. Last summer I tried surfing twice, once in LA and once on Long Island. It went well, but I want more. I want to live like the photos below from the Roxy website. I want to wear my bathing suit top instead of a bra. I want to wake up to the sound of the ocean and have the thrill of my day be catching the perfect wave. How do I get that?
Maybe I live in the wrong place.
Have a great weekend!