- I love Newport Beach at Christmas time. That sounds funny because its a complete contradiction with that simple, calm life that I've always desired, but its true. When its cold and all the richy-riches have the lights on their houses, I love walking around Balboa at night during Christmas.
- I love going up to Big Bear. I know it resembles a commericaled-up version of other places in the states, but snow in Big Bear is my favorite.
- I love going to the river. Summer. Winter. Doesn't matter. I'm just as content flying down the water 40mph in a seadoo as I am sitting on the porch in the rain.
- I love going to Glamis. It stinks of deisel fuel and axle grease and sounds like a million stereos blasting metal music, but the energy and vibe is untouchable.
- Making our yearly trip to Yosemite - still breath-taking after all these years, it never gets old.
- I love our neighbors. After years of apartment hopping and never uttering a word to our neighbors, we finally have people that we get aloing with, love hanging out with, and can do life with.
- I love our church. We don't go often enough, and sometimes it gets crowded. Come to think of it, my attitude has been sucking lately about this. I really do enjoy Rock Harbor.
- I love my relationship with my friends. We don't see eachother enough, yet everytime we're together it's like we've never been apart. It sucks that life is in the way, but its good to know there's some great people to call on that are close by.
To be continued....
