I went to California a couple weeks ago and got to go back to the beach where I used to spend most of my time when I lived there. I used to keep a big trunk in my car with all the books I wanted to read. I would just drive out to Santa Monica and sit in Palisades Park to read under the trees, or I would just go lay out in the sand!
Going back was weirdly less nostalgic than I thought it would be. I mean, of course a lot of memories came back, but I was more surprised at how I seemed to naturally fall back into the swing of things. Driving through traffic, going down the familiar roads was as if I had never left.
California is beautiful, and I really love it there, especially the variety you find with the people. For the most part, though, I was glad to be where I am now and moving toward my goals.