Offing at English Bay Beach

Offing: off • ing
Noun; the more distant part of the sea that is still visible from the shore; figuratively, the near or foreseeable future.

IMG_1036.jpg(Here’s some of my amateur photography, another one below)

There’s just something about the beach that makes me feel at home.

Specifically, in Vancouver, English Bay Beach gives me this sense of home; my mind is a bit clearer, and things seem a little brighter to me. Just looking out into the distance, problems seem so small in comparison. The salty air just clears the mind (and the nose!). Even though it’s not as warm at this time of year, I still love going to the beach and just reflecting on life, giving me some clear thoughts.

My favourite thing is just trudging down the sand and sitting on one of the large logs. They’re pretty big, and I’m sort of a short person, so getting onto them is a tad challenging. But just sitting there, watching the waves stroll in, time goes by so fast and before you know it, an hour has gone by. I always find that the beach is such a nice place to daydream, to be lost in your thoughts, or to just admire the beauty of the landscape. Here in BC, there’s also the coastal mountains in the view, making the horizon absolutely stunning to look at. Birds are soaring through, and it leaves you wondering what it’d be like to be a bird. Being able to spread your wings and go whenever and wherever you please. I always thought it’d be amazing to be a bird (although I’d probably end up being a kiwi because I think they’re just adorable). The idea of flying is so utterly beautiful and poetic to me, and soaring even looks like poetry in motion.

I always loved how the beach attracts other people. Across the beach, there’s other people doing the same as me; sitting on logs, or even in the sand, and pondering. They’re lost in their own thoughts, in a state of peace of mind. I think that’s what I love most about the beach; it’s just so peaceful, at least at English Bay. It’s so relaxing, even somewhat rejuvenating. I feel so much better having spent some time at the beach.


When I lived in Winnipeg, the beaches in Manitoba made me long for English Bay beach in Vancouver, and even the other beaches in BC. However, I have a soft spot for English Bay. I don’t really know why, maybe it’s because it reminds me of all the happy memories I had as a kid in BC. The area is filled of childhood memories of motorcycle riding with my Dad, ice cream by the logs, and old candid pictures with my long-time best friend. I can’t be upset or angry at English Bay; I’m only ever thoughtful and at peace, something I definitely need with final exams coming up.

Home is such a weird thing; it’s sometimes never truly a place. Sometimes it’s a person, sometimes it’s a place. There’s times when it’s both, and you have two homes. I know already that I have two homes. One home is my boyfriend, and Vancouver is my physical place I call home. In Vancouver, it truly feels like home when I’m sitting on a log at English Bay. I hope you find your own home 🙂 have a great day!!


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