My surfboard holds the story of my family's search for belonging. For my dad, surfing was both an anchor and a guide. He moved often with his mom on the east coast, never staying long enough to feel at home. When they reached San Clemente, California, her love for surfing brought them west. The ocean became the one constant in their changing world. While my grandmother kept moving to Mexico, Costa Rica, Australia, and Hawaii, my dad chose to stay. At sixteen, he worked three jobs and finished high school alone. The ocean that pushed her forward became his sense of stability. Years later, my parents met through surfing, and they passed that love on to my brothers and me. My surfboard represents that legacy. Every scratch and ding marks early morning sessions or surf competitions with my brothers. Surfing isn't just a sport in my family, its how we connect and find balance. I don't know much about my ethnic background, but I know the ocean is part of me. My surfboard ties me to generations of movement, my grandmothers search, my dads, grounding, and my own sense of belonging on the water. It reminds me that home isn't always a place, sometimes its something you carry with you.

– Jack Crane

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