Butterflies were swirling around in my stomach like an angry tornado. My heart was thumping so hard I thought the cars next to us could hear it. As I looked out of the front window, a hunter green road sign read "San Diego 10 miles". It was Spring Break of 2008 and it was my very first time ever going to this magical city.
Our first destination was of course SeaWorld. It was so surreal how big and majestic the Orcas were in reality. I felt like I was standing next to a skyscraper, only one with razor sharp teeth and that could to flips. After we left, we decided to take a stroll down the pier. I fell in love instantly. There were street performers that played beats so powerful that you could feel them through the wood and through your sandals, sending chills down your spine. There were also street magicians, an old favorite of mine. They was juggling fire balls that looked like tiny handheld stars being handled with such care you'd think they were juggling new born babies.
As the sun began to set we went down to the beach to watch the scenery unfold. I slipped my bare feet into the warm sand and curled my toes inside feeling it's roughness and warmth exfoliating both my dry skin and my dry thoughts away. I was at peace as I watched the the grapefruit colored sky fade to a soft navy blue and the beautiful cut outs of heaven began to appear. At that moment I knew that one day I would come back to live in this incredible city. This city of laid-back and carefree living. Where the weather is always perfect and the people are friendly. This vacation was one that I would never forget.
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