Found my way to Pacific Beach courtesy of my partner’s wanderer attitude. She felt like I needed it, and I certainly did. PB is about walking around and laying in the sun and experiencing the outdoors. It’s a form and place of exercise I can really get behind. It is a reflective place—a reload of sorts where I can let my brain rest and clear and the ocean waves wash away wash away darker or even just unwanted thoughts.
Travel is becoming a constant in my life. I enjoy the getting away and getting to the beach and seeing the ocean and all the people and eating in the familiar places. Once in a while we’ll find something new, and I love that just as well.
it is a chance to feel alive and a part of things in a way I don’t at home, because the home space and routines are tepid, at best. I should work to change those and I want to, but it feels impossible most of the time. Travel helps me find me and reset and focus on what actually matters as opposed to what I’m drenched in every other day and time in my life. It reminds me that this is my life and I am blessed to and have the right and responsibility to live it.