The Best Days of Our Lives

I often think about some of the days I consider to be the best days of my life.  Thankfully, there are quite a few that come to mind, but one has stuck out more than any other that I can think of in recent times.  My first visit to Australia was life changing.  I lived out my life dream of swimming with great white sharks (which I WILL do again) and I fell in love with the most amazing country in the world, so much that I had to move there and I hope to live there again sooner rather than later.  Out of all of the things I did on that trip, the thing that feels the best was the afternoon I spent in Coffin Bay outside of Port Lincoln in South Australia.

When I try to conjure up good feelings, I am taken back to this deserted stretch of beach at the bottom of the country, a place I wasn't even planning to visit but ended up at thanks to a friend I met.  It wasn't the most beautiful beach I've been to, it was hot and I was sweaty and wearing pants and was covered in sand, but I recall feeling the most free I've ever felt in my life.  Standing atop a large sand dune, looking at the vast expanse of ocean, I felt literally like I was on top of the world.  

Another day that really felt like one of the best days  I've had was also in Australia, at a place called Pebbly Beach in the South Coast of New South Wales.  I went there on a whim during a long weekend this past June.  It was cold and rainy, but that didn't matter because there were kangaroos everywhere!  I got to the beach before the sunrise and I was the only one on it for over an hour.  I sat alongside the kangaroos in the wet grass and stared out over the ocean.  It was so peaceful and surreal.

When I think of these days, it makes me long to be there again, to revisit the places that made me feel so happy.  But then I wonder if it could ever be so good again.  These weren't just places I liked going, they were places that made me feel something.  If you were to go back to places like these, would you still feel the same emotions, or would it be not as significant the second time around?  Would it tarnish your memories and your original feelings?  Or maybe, are some places just so special you will always have this sort of relationship with them?