"Blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures."
- Lovelle Drachman
At the age of 14, I fell in love...with California. Sight unseen. Enchanted by everything I had seen and heard in movies and books (the idyllic weather, the glitz and glam, the ubiquitous palm trees), I told myself that that was where I was going to live when I grew up. The first time I set foot in San Diego, I was 17 years old and a senior in high school. I couldn’t have made a grander entrance into the city, going from baggage claim right into a stretch limo. It lived up to every expectation I made up in my mind.
And then I lived there. Twice.
And both times it was the most exciting, exhilarating thing I had ever done. And both times I left, perhaps a little too soon.
At 18, I spent a summer in downtown San Diego, living with my Aunt, working retail, and getting a feel for what city life was all about. I returned a couple of years later and had my own apartment and a cool hotel job. It changed my life.
I moved back to the Boston area a few months shy of my 21st birthday. The following four years were absolutely incredible and I wouldn't trade them for anything. I grew so much closer to my friends, had a great job that enabled me to travel, and was the very place where I started and grew this blog. But then restlessness sunk in, and I felt the itch to go back.
And then I lived there. Twice.
And both times it was the most exciting, exhilarating thing I had ever done. And both times I left, perhaps a little too soon.
At 18, I spent a summer in downtown San Diego, living with my Aunt, working retail, and getting a feel for what city life was all about. I returned a couple of years later and had my own apartment and a cool hotel job. It changed my life.
I moved back to the Boston area a few months shy of my 21st birthday. The following four years were absolutely incredible and I wouldn't trade them for anything. I grew so much closer to my friends, had a great job that enabled me to travel, and was the very place where I started and grew this blog. But then restlessness sunk in, and I felt the itch to go back.
After
