August 11th, 2020: The smell of coconut wax dances around my nostrils as my fingers run over the smooth edges of my Mr Zogg's Sex Wax. This almost-piercing smell is one that I love with all of my heart. In my head, it will forever be tied to the ocean and surfing. It's fair to say that the association is there for a large number of people around the globe. I'm not special, nor am I any exception. But as my fingers trace the untouched circle of wax, I sit in Arizona. Well over 300 miles away from the ocean, I watch the cameras on Surfline. Surfing documentaries are lined up on my Amazon Prime account, videos of Mavericks, Pipeline, and other famous surf spots fill my Youtube search history. Still, there is a cold and undeniable ache in my chest for the sport.
I'm in Arizona to follow my dreams of completing Nursing school. Last spring, I was accepted into Northern Arizona University's Traditional Bachelor's of Nursing Program. I have 5 more semesters of nursing school before I walk out of Arizona with a BSN in Nursing. Carrying 2 minors, I have worked through a multitude of prerequisite courses and 2 Kaplan entrance exams. I have worked my butt off to get where I am. With a 4.0 entering my junior year, I have high goals set for myself. I do this without the escape of the ocean, and it nags at me everyday. In any case, here I am, writing this. The Dirty Heads said it best, "If we lived a long time ago, these would be my love letters to you." So, to surfing and the ocean, here are my love letters to you.
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Surf's Up
Non-FictionSince I do not have the ocean as an outlet, this is my story of surfing in an attempt to give me the same release. Detailing my introduction to surfing, the men that teach me how to surf, the friends that I have made in the water, and my internal st...
