As I walked a trail up to Lake Windermere in the Lake District, I realized how comfortable I am when in or around forested areas. As soon as I entered this lovely little town I felt immediately at ease. This got me thinking about why I prefer it here to big cities, at least when I’m solo. Also, it became pretty clear that I’m a lake/forest girl not a ocean/beach bunny. Especially, since I’ve recently realized that I’m scared of the ocean.
I’ve never been fond of the beach. Now all the beach lovers out there don’t hate me. Sure, it can be fun with a group of people, but the beach is not the place for me as a solo traveler. Sitting alone by the water is entertaining for like a minute, and then it becomes boring at best and lonely at worst. Also, it’s usually super hot and no one likes the sand. Throw in salty water and the weird sea creatures and I’m done.
Water sports and activities would be fun, except again I would want to be with other people. Also, I’ve realized that I have a fear of the ocean. It’s not an entirely irrational fear, shit can happen out there in the deep blue. I’m sure most of it probably has to do with my control issues, but I never venture out very far from the shore. So a solo trip to the beach has about the lifespan of an hour before I’m ready to go.
I’m considering doing something about this fear, because I don’t think it’s healthy. Plus, I have hair and skin that love the sun and salt. I always look my best after a few days at the beach. It really is for my greater well-being that I learn to love the water. Also, I’m missing out on so much by avoiding ocean front destinations. Eventually I’ll deal with this, but for now, I’m happy lakeside.
I am a girl who likes set boundaries and knowing I have control. So it makes sense that I’m more comfortable around lake areas. Usually lakes are not crazy deep and they have borders, which make me feel safe. No rip tides here. Similarly I find small spaces comforting, so walking trails through wooded areas is my happy place. I guess I’m the opposite of claustrophobic, whatever that may be?
Surprisingly for a person that loves to keep busy, I’m content just sitting by a lake and doing nothing. Thinking and contemplating life, or like yesterday, reviewing my love of freshwater and fear of deep sea. What was the point of this post? Not really sure. Just wanted to give a shout out to my love, the lake.