I fought the idea of permanently living in San Diego for so many years. The first few years we lived here, I was convinced this was just a temporary holding spot until we moved back to Los Angeles or up to San Francisco. As the years went by and J started a master’s program and then his doctorate, then we bought a house, then I got pregnant, I started to realize we were becoming more and more tied to this city. I have a very oppositional personality, so as soon as I felt I was stuck here, I was increasingly convinced we needed to move, that J was “forcing” me to stay here long-term against my will. Writing that now, after such a stunningly gorgeous winter weekend, it sounds pretty silly.
The truth is, though I still dream of a few other cities I’m sure could make me very happy (Portland and San Francisco, I’m talking about you. Seattle got booted off the list after I read this book that totally skewered it!) I have started to fall just the tiniest bit in love with San Diego. It’s such a warm, pretty, easy place to live. And the beer! I truly love the craft beer. Sure, it’s expensive, and the ratio of cute indie boutiques to enormous box stores isn’t quite to my liking, but it’s also possible at any moment to take the afternoon off and be at a huge, clean beach, book in hand, within just a few minutes. There’s something to be said for that…
P.S. I had so much fun taking my big camera with me yesterday. I’m taking an all-day intensive photography workshop this coming weekend, so that I will finally understand how to use the manual settings on my camera. Can’t wait.
* This is Why We Live Here, Part One- totally not fair that it was only 2 years ago and I look so young!!