Then, my brother started a blog. He is the captain of the fishing/crab catching boat my family own and he posts updates from the boat, smack in the middle of Sea of Japan! And he posts pictures like this
|picture of the boat (source: http://matsueimaru.com/blog)|
|a view from the boat (source: http://matsueimaru.com/blog)|
Isn't it a beautiful place? I grew up looking at this. And I took it granted. I remember school teachers who were "stationed" to the tiny little town would say, "Children, you live in a beautiful place! Your town is surrounded by mountains in the back and a beautiful view of ocean. How lucky you are!"
Well, I didn't think so, at least back then. It was small. I had never saw a horizon except over the ocean. Because of it is such a small town, everyone knew everyone else's business (this part, I guess I don't really miss). I was just ready to get out of there.
And I did, ended up being here almost as far as I could possibly could.
No regret. I'm happy where I am. But now I am just very thankful for the place I grew up in.
It's just simply beautiful. Just like those teachers told us years ago. I just didn't know it.
Now I know it.
And I can smell the air from the photo my brother posted - the food, the ocean, and even the splash of the sea water.
When I was in high school, a friend of mine told me that she could smell the ocean when she visited my home town. I didn't understand what she was talking about back then. Because I lived in it.
It's been 6 years since I breathed the air and ate the fresh seafood. I think I'm having a bit of homesick.