(the view from our new living room)
I grew up in a landlocked state, and didn't see the ocean until I was 15. Since then, my ocean experiences involved scrambling down the sea-sprayed cliffs of Ireland, lazing on the beach in Santa Cruz, waving at boats in the Boston Harbor and hopping through Monterey tidepools in search of purple starfish.
You might say I've spent the last few years making up for lost time. But even with all this make-up, the ocean has always seemed a bit threatening. Maybe it's because I never learned to swim beyond a half-hearted dog paddle. Or it's in the way the sea is unending to the eye or the way that, when upset, the sea can annihilate entire villages.
And today, at 26 I live a few steps from it. Granted, it's the Persian Gulf and I'm not entirely certain that counts as "ocean".
But regardless, now that the sea and I are neighbors...it's notably less scary.