The ocean is always bluer on the other side

I remember sitting reflectively on the cliffs of San Francisco pondering into the setting sun of the Pacific Ocean…”I wonder what’s on the other side?”

I’m now on the other side in Amsterdam and thinking, “I wonder what’s on the other side?”

This is the longest I’ve been away from home at over 1.5 years and perhaps it’s nostalgia and homesickness calling, but the ocean is always bluer on the other side.

When I do make it home, I wonder when that question will come back up again, “I wonder what’s on the other side?”