So, getting back to California. I cannot wait to move to NoCal and get away from East Coast living. First time I visited California was in 2006. Right at picking and pressing. For those of you that have no idea what I'm talking about, it is that magical time of year when the grapes are harvested and pressed into the elixir of the Gods: VINO!
I have never been so completely moved by a state of being. Californians, from the Oregon border all the way down to San Ysidro and the Tijuana border know how to enjoy life completely. The landscapes, the food, and of course, the wine. My final wishes are to be cremated and scattered off the Bixby Bridge at Big Sur. THAT'S how much that area of Califonia effected me.
So, I wait patiently for my turn and the day when I can pick up and go West, and never look back. My husband has 5 offices in California. One in San Francisco in fact, and 40 minutes south of where I would eventually like to live. That's about his commute now. He can be an engineer anywhere, and I can certainly cook anywhere.
I have a grand plan of what I would like to do with the land we buy, potentially a small vineyard. We'll touch upon that another time.
Until then, here's to California Dreaming, and making dreams into reality.