I used to see California as my second home. When I was little, we would go to San Diego and Coronado Island to visit my grandparents summer home. When they moved a little further North, we would go to Carmel and boogie board all day, everyday. Once Kelcy and I had a car and a license, we made our first BIG roadtrip to Los Angeles to visit our brothers Blake and Reed, and then onto Northern California to visit our soon to be best friend Paige. This was the best time for me and California. We would see each other about 5 or 6 times that year. Northern California for winter break, spring break, and fourth of July. Los Angeles in June and August. Unfortunately, it's almost been a year since that last trip we took in August. I miss my brothers, I miss the drive to L.A., and I miss California.
But that's all about to change tomorrow. Kelcy and I are taking a long, overdue trip to visit our friend Olivia in the valley, and then onto Los Angeles on Thursday. I don't know if it's going to be a relaxing, beachy trip OR a Hollywood-going, late night trip like the past couple of times. Frankly, I don't really care. I just want to be in the presence of my friends and brother who reside in Arizona's greatest neighbor: California.