I’m convinced this is the case, and it explains soooooo many things…
Mood swings when unable to get in the water
Mild anxiety when thinking of living somewhere landlocked
More mood swings when I can’t surf
Why I love of holding my breath and staying underwater as long as possible
Why I feel most beautiful when I’m in the water
A massive love of anything ocean related
No need to listen to anything but the water when I’m at the beach
…and an innate sense of bliss the moment I lay eyes on the sea.
And a love for poke. Ok that has nothing to do with it. But I’m craving some right now.