Three and a half hours inland

For someone such as myself that feels such a strong pull to the sea, I can't understand why I live a good 3 and a half to 4 hour drive from the coast.  It's all because of circumstance I suppose.  This is where I'm from and where my wife moved to a little over four years ago.  This is now where our son was born and where we have jobs and a home.  Me and my wife share an equal love for the ocean and water in general.  Our  dream is to end up at the coast.  I guess we both feel that responsibility is holding us back from ending up there sooner rather then later.  I don't know what the future holds but for me and my family I hope it ends up with flip flops and boat shoes being worn at the beach instead of in Forsyth county.  Nothing against it here, it's just not where my heart lives.  On the worst day I can be having I think of the ocean, the life it brings.  The ease with which the waves crash brings some sort of comforting feeling.  I found my soul-mate in my wife, someone that shares the same dreams as me.  Now begins a lifetime of trying to make those dreams come true.  One day I know it won't be a dream anymore, it'll be a reality. Until then I'll keep the songs of Jimmy Buffett playing in my head and picturing us on a relaxing piece of shoreline.