Pacific.

Seven years ago today, the Pacific Ocean lapped at my fingers, so different from the Atlantic I'd known all my life -- more foamy and grey than blue, always a little rough and rocky, a bit more brooding than its western sister -- and I fell in love with it. There is something about the pull of the Pacific that calls me back to visit regularly. There is no question that I am where I belong, an East Coast girl, but the Pacific remains my paradise and my escape.