Home is Where the Beach is.

A little over a week ago I surprised my mom, grandma and baby brother for Mother’s Day with a visit home to San Diego. I hadn’t been back since December and it looked like I couldn’t make another trip until the fall, but my step-dad and I made it happen [and kept it a secret for more than a month]!

On the way home from the airport it always hits me. Every time I wonder, “why exactly did I leave this place?”

The beach. The best mexican food. Perfect weather. All the time. And I moved to Texas? Then I graduated and STAYED in Texas??

As if the drive home isn’t enough of a reminder, my trips to San Diego are always filled with the best food at the most calming, beautiful and familiar restaurants. For example, here is where I had lunch that Thursday:


The Beach House

My family and I had multiple barbeques. We roasted marshmallows in the backyard [by the pool]. I spent time with friends I hadn’t seen in a long time. I also visited with my great-grandmother who is nearly 90 years old.

I had a lot of genuinely good family time, but perhaps the most striking reminder of what I’m missing was the time I spent with my younger brother. He wasn’t even a year old when I moved to Texas and now he is approaching kindergarten. I’m so thankful for the opportunity I had to spend summers with him, but there are no more summers. Now it is just scrambling together as many PTO hours as I can and hopefully earning enough frequent flyer miles to make it back for a visit.

While I am very appreciative of and happy with my life in Dallas [good friends, a relationship, a stable car, my own apartment, a well-paying job], it can never replace those moments. It is becoming more apparent that this journey in Texas is coming to a close and I need to proactively decide what journey to embark on next.

I’m not sure if California is the right place for me yet, but my trip home did teach me one very important lesson. It is probably one that I should have learned a long time ago. Family, when it’s at its best, is always home. 

Thankfully, mine just happen to live at the beach.

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