Holidays, the lot of them, are going to be a bit interesting for the coming year. They will all be firsts, the firsts of flying solo on a holiday. It reminds me of the year after Dad died when each holiday felt different knowing he would not be there. That’s the thing about grief, it is the knowing that you cannot change it and yet you still need to move thru it.
My Mom had been encouraging me to come to La Jolla especially in light of the recent epically hot, heat wave in Phoenix. The week of the heat wave packing sounded particularly daunting. Well, anything sounds daunting when it is above 116 outside for multiple days.
As I approached the weekend before 4th of July, I realized that I did not have plans for the 4th. There was a time where we always came to San Diego for the 4th as we enjoyed watching the fireworks at the Cove plus the 4th was less of a pull in different directions than say Christmas or Thanksgiving.
When we moved to Phoenix, we stopped making the annual jaunt to San Diego. At the end of last week, I decided that some time by the beach sounded like just the ticket for a rejuvenating soul trip. I called my Mom and let her know I would drive out on Saturday after my Open House.
Little did I know that my clients would fall in love with a house on Friday and write a contract on Saturday, so my road trip was a decidedly different experience (all good!!!) coupled with maybe a little lecture at the start (whoops!). Overall the drive was smooth sailing and easy at my own pace jamming to music.
Of course, I took the 74 again. Once I was reminded of that deliciously curvy road this spring, I just don’t think I will ever take the 10 all the way to the 15. Scenic roads are just better.
Here are a few photos from the road: