I have been missing virginia beach like is it my job. i love the life i live at the beach more than anything else. at home, everyone knows each other by their first name, we leave our chairs on the beach, because we know we are always coming back soon. the weather is swelteringly hot and the humidity unbearable. I want to ride around in my car with the windows down and yell at the tourists who don't know where they are going. I want to put by bathing suit on and take my shoes off. Williamsburg has taken its toll on me, I'm tired, I'm pale, and I have been without salt and sand for too long. It is time to go home.
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