On my way to work, I engaged in my pretty regular fantasy of returning to my roots on the West Coast. When I imagine my perfect place like when we're asked to do a visualization in yoga class, my mind always retrieves an image of me somewhere near a beach in Southern California.
It's a little strange since, I'm not from SoCal but NoCal. Maybe it's because my earliest memories of vacations (and hence, adventure) usually involved going on a car trip down South. Or perhaps, it's because I am a swimmer and the water near LA-LA-land has always been more inviting. Then, again, anywhere in the sunny Golden State makes me happy.
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