I have vivid memories of my mother trying to herd very young, tired, sandy, slightly sunburned kids and a deliriously happy, wet dog into the car after a long day at the beach in Galveston. Honestly, the scene didn’t always end well. I didn’t want to leave and no amount of coaxing or promises of ice cream was going to change that.
I never quite grew out of that. We split our beach time between Galveston and Corpus Christi, occasionally visiting Matagorda, where my father liked to wade fish. I had long ago learned there was no problem so big or a day so bad that the beach couldn’t solve. And although I have traveled to Hawaii and beautiful beaches in Europe, I have always been partial and loyal to the Gulf of Mexico.
As I got older, I envied people who lived in Galveston and could enjoy water views on their daily trips to work or the grocery store. I never imagined I would live here. But I have for 20 years, and I can’t help but feel a little sympathy as I pass tourists packing up to leave after a day on the beach. I always think, if they lived here, they could do this every day. And I always have a little hope they’ll get to experience life as an islander one day.
This issue, as you can see, is a celebration of the gratitude most people have for being able to live so close to the water and its beauty. As you hear seagulls while you run errands, or drive past a beautiful sunset on the water, count yourself lucky. Because you are.