That’s how I ended up in a small coastal town, three days into what was supposed to be my great escape from the chaos. The place was beautiful, no doubt about it—weathered boardwalks that whispered of summers past, salty breezes that tangled your hair, and streets so quiet you could hear the gulls before you saw them.
But as much as I tried, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I didn’t belong there. People moved slower, smiled at strangers, and didn’t seem to measure their worth in unread emails. I admired it, but I couldn’t match their rhythm.
