I'm moving soon. And it will be the first time that surfing isn't super easily accessible. There are still waves on the east coast but The Beach Boys didn't write any songs about the killer swell in Atlantic City. I should talk more positively. I hear the outer banks are real fun. But sometimes I get this fear really deep down that in moving I am losing and abandoning a huge part of me. That I wont be a surfer anymore . That it will be something I used to do. I know thats not true. I know that at this point surfing is part of who I am, and woven so deep you couldn't untangle it if you tried. I know that. But that fear is still so real. Growing up and fun/maximum surf time not being my primary priority anymore is necessary and appropriate at this point in my life, but it doesn't mean that I don't have the occasional nightmare of my boards all in a graveyard and me at a desk.  Its one of things about growing up where life is pushing you forward with full force and racing all around you and you want desperately just to hit pause.