Probably just heat stroke

I used to think I was purely a mountains person. If I was asked where I would like to spend a vacation, I was much more likely to say something like Yosemite or Yellowstone than Santa Barbara or Los Angeles (at least if relatives weren't involved in the decision). But in the last couple of years, I've gotten a much more healthy respect for the beach as a place both to vacation and to live.

I think the problem was that I always associated the beach with doing nothing but playing in the water, while I associated the mountains with all sorts of fun things like hiking, camping, and other assorted activities (or course, the best of both worlds was the ranch in SB, but that's an entirely different story).

Lately, I've discovered that the beach has many things to offer: it's own brand of hiking, frisbee in the sand, kayaking, volleyball, and various other pursuits.

Suffice to say that I no longer see no point in living at the beach, and I wouldn't be disappointed if I end up near it at my next location of higher learning. Or perhaps I'm finally getting tired of much-too-hot summers and want to live someplace cooler.