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!