Soul Food

 

My feet clench to the grains of sand closest to the shore. Losing track of time these moments become memories. Growing up in California always felt like a pipe dream; one close but always felt far enough. Each corner of Pacific Beach are slivers of adolescent days spent on the coast. Getting released from school and running towards the pier. Going back felt serendipitous. 

Catching up with old friends picking up where we had just left off. Seeing old teachers and the school that was a world so long behind. I think San Diego will always be a piece of my soul and each dive into it's charm is a fresh awakening. 

My last spring break as an undergrad was blissful and exciting. A week spent in the California sun amongst many locals and tourists. I never really loved LA but being there with my best friend was everything I needed and more. Our tinseled hair shined as our bodies swayed to the music in a dive bar in Hollywood. Running into Dancing with the Stars dancers, reality stars, and TikTokers. I'd choose these moments over and over again. Stuck to the grains of sand that are closest to the shore. 

Sunset blvd screaming Ari and Sabrina too. Drinking red wine and laughing about the reality of being stuck at 22. Its hard to find people that allow you feel seen and loved. Friendships are the glue that keep you moving. Leaving was the worst part but looking forward to going back gets me excited again.