I touched down in San Diego for the first time in a year. It was by far the longest stretch of time I’ve ever gone without being home. The good (and bad) thing about where I grew up is that it’s always sort of the same. Very quickly, I settled into my old routines:
Meeting friends for a coffee at our favorite local spot
Eating too much Mexican food
Stuffing my face full of avocado at every possible opportunity
And along with all those glorious old favorites came some new routines:
Adjusting to the changes that have popped up in my rapidly growing and changing hometown: ever-worsening traffic and new housing developments where avocado orchards used to be (bad changes) and great restaurants where the crummy ones used to be (good change). Despite these changes, the view always brings me back to the place where I grew up… Two months flew by in the blink of an eye and before I knew it I was packing my bag to head back to la France une fois encore…
À bientôt San Diego, see you at Christmas.