Yesterday I wrote a post about how Jen and I watched a TV show where the cast took a trip to San Diego and it made us really jealous because we seriously want to go back there and spend some serious quality time.
This morning I watched a photography youtube video that included shooting a visit to San Diego. It’s like the universe is just screwing with me now. I want to go back there so badly!
Jen and I just watched a TV show were a bunch of terrible people took a trip to the beach in San Diego. I went through a bunch of photos from our honeymoon that I took at the same beach. At least I thought it was the same beach but on further review it might not have been.
Anyway, we were both super jealous and wanted to go back to San Diego but we can’t. Our next two trips are already planned and they are both to Florida. San Diego is going to have to wait years. Bummer.
Though, our Florida trips are still pretty good. I mean, other than the state being a breeding ground for nazis and all.
Jen asked me if I could find a picture from one of our trips to San Diego. I found it quickly, but now I have to spend the next three months reliving the various trips via my Flickr account. I’ll see you all again after I work it out of my system… or after I get back from my upcoming totally unplanned, spontaneous trip back there.
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
Daily writing prompt
There is a short, obvious answer to this question. There is also the day dream fantasy answer. I’ll give you both and maybe give a photo or two.
Home is where my wife, Jen is. Where ever she is, that is where I want to live. Right now that is a little ranch house in North Eastern Massachusetts, just a stone’s throw away from the New Hampshire state line.
That’s the honest, real answer. I want to be where she is. Now for the daydream fantasy answer. There are a lot of options. I sort of see myself as a city guy when I fantasize about moving to a new place. I would probably prefer to live in the suburbs close to a big city, but for discussion’s sake let’s say we’re moving to the city itself.
First on the list is San Diego. I went there for the first time on our honeymoon and fell in love with the place. We’ve been back a few times and each time we’ve gone it’s gotten harder and harder to leave.
The second daydream choice would probably be Manhattan. This is conflicting to me given that I am a Boston sports fan and absolutely loath all New York teams. It would be hard to live in enemy (Yankees) territory, but I think I could manage it.
The dark horse candidate comes from our honeymoon again. We visited a bunch of places on our honeymoon. One destination was Washington, DC. While we were there we explored Maryland a little and spent a little time in Annapolis. That is a city I think I could live in.
As far as the United States is concerned let’s just say that I am a New England guy first and foremost. I could live in the mountains of New Hampshire, the coast of Maine, the lake in Vermont, the Southern cost of Rhode Island, and… well… Connecticut… not so much. If I could pick anywhere in New England though, it would absolutely be Boston.
What about places outside of the US? As we watch in horror as fascism rises here, I often find myself wondering if the time to leave has arrived. I would need to go someplace where they speak English. Canada is cold so I probably would not want to go there, even though Toronto is beautiful.
Montreal is pretty wonderful too, but that has the same negative that New York has. Living among the enemy (Montreal Canadians fans) and all.
England would be a decent choice too, but Brexit makes me think that it wouldn’t be different enough from the US as far as the political climate is concerned. Scotland and Ireland would be better. Glasgow or Dublin maybe? I’ve never been so no pictures. Australia would be another option, but I really don’t know much about that country beyond the Monty Python Philosophers sktech.
So there you have it. The correct answer to where would I live is where ever Jen lives. The fantasy answers are San Diego, Manhattan, Annapolis, and maybe some English speaking place outside of the US.
The furthest I’ve ever been from home is San Diego, CA. Completely on the other side of the continent. A place where the ocean is west instead of east. It feels weird.
We went on our honeymoon in 2009 and have returned a couple of times since then. We had plans to go back this year but they have been scrapped in favor of other ideas. We will get back there one of these days.
I can say in all honesty that if ever I had a reason or a need or a desire to move away from Greater Boston, San Diego would be my first choice for a new home. I had no idea on that first trip that I would love it as much as I do.
Blue sky as seen from the gas station on route 28 in Salem, NH.
Huge honkin’ Flag on route 28 in Salem, NH.
38/365 – Tis the Season and Stuff.
Yup, the frog is still hanging out on the barrel. Boy was he pissed off when I had to open the lid all the way to dump the old kitty litter. Sorry, frog.
I only bought enough bird seed for one feeder. The Blue Jays out back seem really pleased.
New blackout curtains in the living room. The jury is definitely still out. Very much so.
Last night we found out that the last company Jen worked for had a conference in San Diego this week and if she was still working there she would have gone. Also, I would have gone for the ride and pretty much spent my days wandering around and taking 10000000000 pictures on film. Make believe these shitty pics were shitty film pics and you’d get the idea: