I once heard a man refer to San Diego as the Emerald City, because of the unique hexagonal green fluorescent lights atop the Weston on West Broadway. But I see this city as the Sapphire City. All across this city gleams the most beautiful shades of blue- from the metallic indigos and cyans that glisten off the downtown sky rises, to the deepest royal of the Pacific waves crashing against the La Jolla Cove, to the aquamarine eyes of the surfer boys down at Windansea.
I still remember very vividly the moment I first fell in love with this Sapphire City. I couldn’t have been more than three years old when my mom, my brother and I came to visit my grandparents in the city my mother was raised. We were driving through Downtown, and I remember looking from behind my dark brown bangs and seeing the whole sky with the small and sporadic tufts of cotton clouds reflected in the giant glass structures. Coming from a tiny little country town in the Sierra Nevada mountains, I had never seen any such thing in my life. It took my breath away, and remains to this day one of the most beautiful images I have ever seen.
Although I moved to San Diego when I was nine, it wasn’t until my early twenties that I began to truly appreciate the beauty and the unique culture that caused for San Diego to be deemed “America’s Finest City.” I was in the middle of an unfortunate relationship- you know, those fast, stupid and utterly disastrous ones you can only have in your early twenties- which relationship’s ending threw me into the tiniest little studio in the heart of downtown. Seriously, the closet is the size of a match box. But it was convenient for the time being considering it was only a five minute walk to work and a ten minute walk to my best friend’s house. The plan was to only stay a month until I could find a “better” place. But that month gave me a taste of urban living I had never experienced before, and I fell in love! Three years later, I’m in that same minuscule studio, though luckily I’ve come up with a few tricks to make that closet seem more like a shoe box than a match box.
So the reason that I am here, embarking on this journey of blogging is to share the plethora of experiences I have had in this amazing city- from good laughs with great friends over dinner at the newest and hottest restaurants, to terrible Tinder dates, to horrifying experiences with the local “crazies,” to falling in and out and in and out of love. Each and every experience I have had in this city, whether good or bad, has helped shape me into my current, yet ever evolving self. I hope along the way that I can share a little wisdom, share a few laughs, and inspire someone to explore and see my city the way I do- with eyes wide and heart open, always ready for adventure.
Until next time!