Reasons Why The Beach Is My Happy Place

Reasons Why The Beach Is My Happy Place

The Beach Is my Happy Place

Toes in the water. The sun beaming on your skin. The smell of salt in the air. The beach! When I think of the beach I am suddenly overwhelmed with happiness. The sound of the waves crashing is oh so relaxing to me. As if it is music to my ears. All I know is when I am at the beach the majority of my problems simply disappear. Here are just 6 of the million reasons why the beach is my happy place!

1. I am not at work

Yes, I love my job. I love my kids at work. However, I love the beach! Just having a sit down moment on a beach chair with the wind blowing my hair, I am happy to escape my normal. We all can use a little time off and have some time to enjoy life. Why not do that at the beach?

2. Spending time with my family and friends

Normally when I go to the beach I have someone around me wither it is family or friends. Having that time to spend with the ones you love at a place you love is well... pure happiness! Going swimming in the ocean or soaking up some rays doing it with others is always better.

3. The ice cream always tastes better

For some reason, when I go to the beach I get this craving for some ice cream. To me the ice cream at the beach always tastes better. I guess the warm beach air mixed with the cool tasty ice cream makes it taste better. You have so many choices too! Soft serve, snow cones, shaved ice, hand scooped... the list goes on and on!

4. The sun makes me smile

Normally, when I am outside in the sun at home I feel miserable. I feel hot and sweaty and just want to go inside. But for some reason, when I go to the beach I feel like I cannot get enough of the sun. Yes, I have to apply a ton of sun screen but it's totally worth it!

5. The water is relaxing

As soon as I pull up to the parking at the beach I can hear the waves come crashing in. The sound of the waves alone just makes me feel like all my problems have been evaporated and sucked away. When I get in the water I love the feeling the the smooth sand between my toes and the water crashing against me.

6. There is something about a beach house

I do not know what it is but there is something different about a beach house and a regular house. When I am in the beach house I feel so at home. I can sleep easier and even breathe easier! I never want to leave when I am there!

Going to the beach is by far one of my favorite things to do. I feel like all my problems have been taken away from me and I have been filler with happiness. From the sun to the sand everything about the beach makes me happy. I cannot wait to plan my next beach trip.

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It's Time To Thank Your First Roommate

Not the horror story kind of roommate, but the one that was truly awesome.

Nostalgic feelings have recently caused me to reflect back on my freshman year of college. No other year of my life has been filled with more ups and downs, and highs and lows, than freshman year. Throughout all of the madness, one factor remained constant: my roommate. It is time to thank her for everything. These are only a few of the many reasons to do so, and this goes for roommates everywhere.

You have been through all the college "firsts" together.

If you think about it, your roommate was there through all of your first college experiences. The first day of orientation, wishing you luck on the first days of classes, the first night out, etc. That is something that can never be changed. You will always look back and think, "I remember my first day of college with ____."

You were even each other's first real college friend.

You were even each other's first real college friend.

Months before move-in day, you were already planning out what freshman year would be like. Whether you previously knew each other, met on Facebook, or arranged to meet in person before making any decisions, you made your first real college friend during that process.

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The transition from high school to college is not easy, but somehow you made it out on the other side.

It is no secret that transitioning from high school to college is difficult. No matter how excited you were to get away from home, reality hit at some point. Although some people are better at adjusting than others, at the times when you were not, your roommate was there to listen. You helped each other out, and made it through together.

Late night talks were never more real.

Remember the first week when we stayed up talking until 2:00 a.m. every night? Late night talks will never be more real than they were freshman year. There was so much to plan for, figure out, and hope for. Your roommate talked, listened, laughed, and cried right there with you until one of you stopped responding because sleep took over.

You saw each other at your absolute lowest.

It was difficult being away from home. It hurt watching relationships end and losing touch with your hometown friends. It was stressful trying to get in the swing of college level classes. Despite all of the above, your roommate saw, listened, and strengthened you.

...but you also saw each other during your highest highs.

After seeing each other during the lows, seeing each other during the highs was such a great feeling. Getting involved on campus, making new friends, and succeeding in classes are only a few of the many ways you have watched each other grow.

There was so much time to bond before the stresses of college would later take over.

Freshman year was not "easy," but looking back on it, it was more manageable than you thought at the time. College only gets busier the more the years go on, which means less free time. Freshman year you went to lunch, dinner, the gym, class, events, and everything else possible together. You had the chance to be each other's go-to before it got tough.

No matter what, you always bounced back to being inseparable.

Phases of not talking or seeing each other because of business and stress would come and go. Even though you physically grew apart, you did not grow apart as friends. When one of you was in a funk, as soon as it was over, you bounced right back. You and your freshman roommate were inseparable.

The "remember that one time, freshman year..." stories never end.

Looking back on freshman year together is one of my favorite times. There are so many stories you have made, which at the time seemed so small, that bring the biggest laughs today. You will always have those stories to share together.

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The unspoken rule that no matter how far apart you grow, you are always there for each other.

It is sad to look back and realize everything that has changed since your freshman year days. You started college with a clean slate, and all you really had was each other. Even though you went separate ways, there is an unspoken rule that you are still always there for each other.

Your old dorm room is now filled with two freshmen trying to make it through their first year. They will never know all the memories that you made in that room, and how it used to be your home. You can only hope that they will have the relationship you had together to reflect on in the years to come.

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I Put My Grief Aside For My Community And Got A Surprising Response

The Beauregard-Salem community is the best you can find.


On Sunday, March 3, 2019, my community and hometown was changed forever. An EF4 tornado came through the small community of Beauregard making its way through Salem, Smith's Station, all in Alabama near Auburn University and on over into Talbotton, Georgia. The storm leveled most homes in its path and left at this time 23 confirmed dead and dozens injured. It is going down in history as one of the deadliest of all time and the deadliest since 2013.

March 3, 2019 started a little gloomy for my family. On Thursday, February 28, my grandfather died so we spent more time on that fateful Sunday planning the funeral. I didn't go to church that morning and instead just stayed home with my grandmother looking through old pictures.

We looked out a window and realized our house was surrounded by gorgeous Orioles making their way back north. I remembered my granddad kept a large bag of birdseed in his barn so I grabbed it and spread it all around our yards to attract more birds to help brighten my grandmother's mood. Shortly after it began to be a light drizzle.

As I was coming down from the attic looking for more pictures my Aunt and Uncle showed up for my family to finish going over everything for the funeral the next day. I was washing a few dishes when my phone went crazy and said tornado warning and me and my uncle looked outside at a light drizzle.

We turned on the news about a minute before they said there was a Tornado touchdown just below Beauregard and the path they were showing had my house in its path. As we prepared for the possibility of the hit I continued to stay outside as heavy rain came and tracking the path on my phone. Minutes later on the horizon, because my front yard is a large field with two more large fields across the road from it and you can see for a good ways, I saw the tornado. It went just north of my home by about a quarter- to half-mile. By this time I'd gone in but watched it through a large window in my home and we knew it was definitely causing a lot of destruction.

As we continued to watch the news and wait for the rain to pass to access some of the damage a second tornado started to take the same path as the first but turned more south. This tornado ended up going about a mile and a half south of my home and didn't cause very much damage compared to the first.

My wife, her mother and my daughter started to come to my home from Opelika (just outside of where all the damage tools place luckily) and found there pretty much was no way to my house. I'm trying different routes to get them here I found more and more destruction of my neighborhood. That's when I realized I'm gonna go home throw on some work clothes and head to my neighbors who were hit and like family.

As I arrived everyone was more worried about me. They all asked how I was with dealing with my grandfathers passing and how was my grandmother holding up. It showed me how great of a church and neighborhood I'm from and I was just more worried about helping them and checking to see if my church was damaged before the funeral.

The first evening it got dark fast and provided cover for the true extent of a lot of the damage. However, I spent the majority of that evening and night mending fences and gathering cows to keep them in. As for broken windows on the first story, we boarded those up too. For these neighbors, I helped that night they lost both their barns completely, the roof off their old house on their property and all their vehicles. Their home was left but after being inspected had structural damage so it's now considered a total loss. Another neighbors house had the roof torn off with her inside, and another lost a lot of his storage buildings and some farm equipment.

On Monday morning, my wife and I went where they had finally cleared power lines and trees to where you could get to my church. There were large limbs fallen on a couple trees in the front of the church and a couple large trees fallen in the cemetery but the church was fine. That's when I truly found out that even though my mind was more with the neighbors and others who were affected by the tornado but some of my church family were more worried about my granddads funeral. They were out there clearing all the debris from the cemetery and churchyard. It was a lot to clear off but by the afternoon and the graveside service, every last bit of debris was cleared. The funeral home was very respectful in being able to change location for the services. And my church family was just so amazing in still helping and feeding my family even with all the destruction.

As we watched the news that morning preparing for the funeral we found out just how devastating it was. I had friends and neighbors lose everything. I knew multiple people included in the deaths. But I was outside of the true damage, however my high school community came together as one and has shown such great triumph with donations and volunteers to help. And as we continue to rebuild we will all be #BeauregardStrong

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