Shades of San Diego

^"They're not all mine. I train them." I felt like this was my Humans of New York moment. There were sixteen of them, in case you're wondering.

“Soon it got dusk, a grapey dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.” - Jack Kerouac, On the Road

This past week everything in life felt too complicated and overwhelming, so Daniel and I decided to just get in the car and drive. Sometimes when the world feels like it's closing in it's about the only thing you can do. Up until this year, I've always lived on the coast, so we decided to head to the closest beach to us, San Diego. Something about being at the beach again was cleansing. It felt so good to smell the salt and feel the moisture in the air. I can't wait until we get to live close to the ocean again; something about the vastness of it all makes your problems dissolve in an instant. It's glorious.

These are just a couple of snapshots from the brief 24 hours that we spent there, but they make me so happy. I can't wait to go back soon. Does anyone have any "can't miss" suggestions on places to go next time? I'd love to try them out on our next trip...Happy Monday guys! Here's to a great week.

xo,

grace