Way Back When... (Nor Cal/So Cal Edition)

Long story short, I ended up teaching--instead of taking, which is what I always do--my yoga class a few days ago. Which made me think about my days as a surf instructor, up in San Francisco. Which made me miss the surf. And California.

Also, one of my friends from when I lived in Santa Barbara sent me these old pictures the other day:

I remember this day well, my dog the boxer (Dexter, who was my brother's before he died), Kelly the lab puppy who belonged to Philippe downstairs, Julie's (my friend's) roommate's two dogs, all in the back of my Jeep to Hendry's Beach to play in the sand, sand all over the Jeep after (which was nothing new).

All this seems so far away, it may as well be a dream. That's OK. I'm so, so happy in the here and now.

Still, I've had to work hard to get over the ocean. To make peace with the fact that I'm landlocked. That my surfboards live in my Colorado garage, haven't touched water in years and years...

Still, I sometimes get a little wistful...

Although who knows, maybe we'll live by the sea again...

XOXO