This weekend I visited my sister and her husband in San Diego. We went to the beach, drank tea at Pannikin, and watched Mirrormask. As we drove by the cute beach houses in [insert city name (aka:I-forgot-it)], I realized why people love living by the sea. The community’s character is friendly and easygoing. Since many people are on foot or riding bicycles, there is a greater sense of community than one finds in suburbia. In Pannikin, an employee chatted amiably with a customer. Soon, another called out “hi mom!” to a silvery haired lady in the line. It was refreshing.
The little stretch of bungalows and shops inspired me. I wish I could live there—write, people watch, swim, then write again till sundown. If I kept a regular day job in addition to writing, which is a realistic concern for this… daydream… hmm. Daydreams don’t need day jobs! Ha!
Chuck reality for a moment.
I would write all morning, have a nice lunch with my husband, and spend a couple hours cleaning and baking. It’s okay to clean in daydreams, because I like a clear writing space and a clean kitchen. Then I could take our standard poodle for a walk, build sand castles and write some more. Then it would be time for dinner and a movie at home with friends.
Wow, where was I going with this? Oh yes. I like San Diego and now I know why beachfront property is so expensive.