At some point during my flight from Seattle to LA, I realized that I had crossed into California. As I was sitting in my seat on the plane, trying desperately to conceal the gigantic tears that were squeezing themselves out of the corners of my eyes, I was filled with emotion. I felt as though I were coming home.

In 2005, I spent three and a half months walking through the state of California. I fell in love with the climate, the vegetation, the desert, the mountains, and the people.
I knew then that I really loved California. What I didn't realize, was that a year and a half later, the magnetic pull on my heartstrings would have cinched its grip even tighter.

So, today, I find myself... in Sunny San Diego...
Joining dear friends and fellow wanderers...
We will reminisce about the best of what was, and make plans for the dreams of tomorrow.