If you live nowhere near a beach, you probably aren’t aware that beach cities like San Diego host sand sculpture competitions. It’s amazing what people can do with sand, a little water, and a spade. The beautiful irony is that tomorrow, they’ll return as sand particles to the beach.
Moving somewhere new is always exciting, especially if it’s across the country. Eight years ago, I loaded up my family and made the drive from Arkansas to San Diego, mostly via Route 66 (or rather, the modern interstate that runs parallel to it). On the final day (Day 3, I think), I teared up when I saw this sign. We were in the home stretch. What would await us in Sunny San Diego, our new home? Eight years later: I know. Wonderful memories in a lovely setting awaited us, and continue to fulfill me.
There’s a long list of things I haven’t yet done or seen in San Diego, despite having lived here 8 years. This summer, I finally marked snorkeling at La Jolla Shores off my list. Quite honestly, the water is a bit murky and there are only a handful of Garibaldi and some kind of silver fish to look at, but given that I’m a newbie snorkeler, I just loved immersing myself below our world to discover another one.
After an afternoon spent snorkeling at La Jolla Shores, I returned with Tiffany and Martin to the house Martin’s family was renting on their visit from England. As the kids enjoyed the final remnants of the day in the pool, the adults quieted, sipping their wine and enjoying a spectacular sunset. I wondered if the people who owned the house truly appreciated the view every single day, or if it was something they took for granted.