831- There's no place like home

Oh how I miss it! These pictures were taken on a day that I was feeling particularly blue. My mom told Liz that I needed to go to the beach. Liz dragged me in the car and we drove to our special unknown private beach spot we call "beer cans" only because someone etched this into the sidewalk. That day was monumental for me. I felt instantly better. I had all my favorite things with me at one instant. My favorite spot, my favorite scene (a beautiful sunset) and my favorite person. Could life get any better? I submit that (at the time) it could not! My sister and mom are there without me right now and I want so badly to squish my toes in that sand! I hated every single moment I was in Hollister and the only thing I could think of when I was in high school was how badly I wanted to get outta there... and now all I wish is to go back and visit! The small town of Hollister itself has really grown. No, the 7 next to Hollister isn't the population, although growing up it definitely felt that way! Mostly I miss the beach. I miss the predictable weather forecast of 70 degrees all year round, and the slightly humid air. I miss being so close to the beach and feeling the breeze at promptly 4:00pm everyday. Central California and the greater bay area is truly my home. I suppose now wherever Travis is, that's what I'll call home, but I can't help but feel the pull of my California roots calling me back to my true home... that of the 831.