Last weekend I learned it was possible to make peace with San Diego.
I learned it was possible to add another home to my list of homes, three of the most beautiful places in America (I’d like to think, at least). I learned it was possible to drop the leftover remains of heartache away and inhale the salty air with a certain lightness I haven’t felt in a while.
Make peace? What?
Well truth be told, I didn’t know what it would be like to finally venture back to SD after I moved away. This past weekend back was my first real return, and though I still remain close to my best friends there, the place itself used to stir up all the feels:
Would I miss it too bad? Would I have any twinge of regret over what I left behind? Would it still feel the same?