tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542417548623715196.post7587746959379351917..comments2023-11-03T08:03:15.599-05:00Comments on Killer Fiction: Guest Author Janne LewisKathy Bacushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07549844839816876766noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542417548623715196.post-21306430952310369582011-04-16T22:34:03.540-05:002011-04-16T22:34:03.540-05:00Janne -- It's funny you should mention that vi...Janne -- It's funny you should mention that visceral (tidal?) pull of the ocean. My mother's family vacationed in Maine on the beach for 6 consecutive summers when she was a small girl. Decades later, she packed up the kids (she was pregnant with me) to return to the same beach. My parents ended up buying property, building a vacation house, then rebuilding that as a retirement home. My siblings and I inherited it.<br /><br />But when I married, my then-husband and I decided to get property in a very hilly rural area north of Philadelphia. We came up every Friday night and returned to Philly every Sunday evening. For the first couple of years we'd use the Maine house for a portion of the time I was entitled to, but I missed my Endless Mountains weekend place. (And the Maine house, while not spectacular real estate, was right down by a pristine beach that doesn't even get crowded on hot summer weekends.)<br /><br />Despite having it in my blood, the ocean doesn't call to me the way I expected it would. I ended up selling my share of the house to a sibling, and I've not missed it at all. And, as it happened, I divorced Brit Hub 1.0, married Brit Hub 2.1 and we ended up living full time in the country.<br /><br />I took him to see the beach in Maine once and it was completely fogged in. Quite symbolic!Magdalenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11551590278859598110noreply@blogger.com