That was a joke. Haha. FAT CHANCE.
It feels good to write again, and it feels especially good to write again in beautiful Solana Beach. I'm no expert on the subject, but the way I feel when I return home is proof enough to me that where and how you grow up defines a lot of who you are. You can take the girl out of San Diego.....you all know where I'm going with this.
I saw most of my old haunts. Returned to my ballet alma mater to take a class (I forgot how much I missed getting my @$$ kicked on a Saturday morning), went shopping at all of the best thrift stores, enjoyed good company and fresh sea air at Pannikin, and in about 7 minutes I'll be off to the best brunch cafe in southern California. Mozy's Cafe in Leucadia. Look it up, people.
Remember where you come from. It's called home, sweet home for a reason.
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