Back when I was regularly working 10-hour days in a windowless cube, I used to stare when a surfboard-topped car would drive by in Brooklyn. That seems amazing, I'd think, before trudging to the subway in my wedge heels. Well, it only took a year and half, but Sarah and I have finally become one of those beach-bound people! On Friday morning, we strapped our new boards to the top of Sarah's car and headed out to the Rockaways. I couldn't have been more grateful to bob out on those waves, surrounded by salt air, sunshine, and silvery flying fish instead of stress, dark walls, and fancy clothes.
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