I May Really be a Cali Chick


I recently went to visit California for the first time ever.  I’ve been wanting to check out The Sunshine State since I was a dreamy kid in seventh grade.  I believed back then, that California is the place where I belonged.

I landed in San Francisco, but headed to Santa Cruz straight away to stay with a long-time friend of the family, “A”, that I’ve known since I was slinging pacifiers and breast milk.  A has lived in Santa Cruz for a little while now.

I spent the majority of the next day traveling solo on foot through about half of Santa Cruz.  I hit the Surfing Museum, the Monterey Bay National Marine Sanctuary, and the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk.  I spent a good chunk of time at the latter, since I was taken away with the sight of the sea lions from my view on the pier.  I imagined myself living in Santa Cruz, knowing I was only a walk away from such natural aquatic glory.  The thought of residing near a year round amusement park is also super appealing to me.  I am here to declare, that I rode the Fire Ball and survived!

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