All though I am enjoying my time here in Venice, I can’t help but look forward to going home to Encinitas. Just north of San Diego, Encinitas is a paradise on the Pacific, home to surfers, skaters, yogis, vegans, hipsters, and musicians alike. Unlike major cities like LA, where you will find similar people, we have a little more than 63,000 residents here.
When I first moved away in 2014, I was over the moon. I loved seeing a whole new side of the world, one with different cultures, languages, and people. I broke away from that routine of school, work, and sleep that I had left on repeat for years. Every time I came back home, it was only for a moment. Then, with a kiss goodbye to my friends and family, I’d take off again, feeling like I was never really there.
At one point, we the flower capital of the world. And only last year did National Geographic name us the fourth best surf town in the world. My city is full of tree-lined streets, unusual shops, and a strange variety of restaurants from around the world. You don’t have to look far to find an art gallery, a trendy coffee shop, or a man walking in half a wetsuit on the street.
The point is, I didn’t see the beauty in my city until recently. I saw it as a prison, something I needed to break free from because I felt like it was holding me back. I appreciate the uniqueness of life and when I was 18 and living at home, I couldn’t find it. Now, I’ve seen the world, and I liked what I saw, but it gave me the opportunity to see Encinitas as it really is.
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