San Francisco doesn’t get much of a summer. As a person, San Francisco would be described as “amiable.” She doesn’t have much of a personality. Always 65 and Sunny, SF is predictable; a heavy fog in the morning and evening and consistent temperatures year round. As a result, she doesn’t have a temper, doesn’t get moody and doesn’t give us a summer. She doesn’t amp up the temperature and humidity when she feels cranky. She remains the same. Chicago possessed emotion, ebbs and flows. To be honest, I miss Chicago’s moods and temperament; while unpredictable and willy, she remained consistent amidst her constant turbulence. Extended metaphor over!
In short, “home” feels far away these days. To fully enjoy summer and go “home,” I’ve been visiting my family in Southern California and plotting trips back to the Midwest. Here are some pictures from my visit in July!
Chicago holds a dear place in my heart; but I began to associate it with some dark memories and events from the past year. Friends always tell me that California leaves me glowing so I’m happy to make that glow permanent.
Equipped with a car, I took it upon myself to take a day trip and drive down the California coast. Driving through California farmland to the Pacific Ocean is a mesmerizing drive – and probably not best for solo drivers (like myself). I found the greenery reminiscent of Ireland’s foothills, cascading with life.
Day trip guides to Big Sur are aplenty but I’d recommend stopping in Carmel prior to completing the drive since pitstops and cellphone service are limited. I found this guide helpful. Enjoy!