Four years ago when I took a road trip along the California coast, I fell in love. I hate to disappoint all you romantics out there, but this trip had nothing to do with meeting my soul mate. (I actually ended up meeting my future husband about a month after the aforementioned journey). No, it wasn’t a person that stole my heart; it was the quaint, picturesque village of Carmel by the Sea. I pledged then and there that I would move to the central California coast. Why waste anymore time NOT living in such a gorgeous place?!?
And then I met Nathan.
He lived in Texas. I lived in Virginia. So, the Moving-to-California plan became the Moving-to-Texas plan. Don’t get me wrong, California is absolutely beautiful, but it doesn’t hold a candle to spending the rest of my life with my best friend. However, that being said, don’t think that has stopped me from subjecting my wonderful husband to repeatedly listening to me talk about this storybook city and all its wonder.
Now, finally, we had the chance to go together. And for the Feast of Tabernacles, no less! Technically we stayed in Monterey (which is equally charming and beautiful), but it’s right next door to Carmel so we were able to explore both areas. I thought I loved it the first time around, but sharing the experience with not only my amazing husband, but friends and brethren as well, was absolutely incredible!! Ten glorious days in Carmel and Monterey left us so inspired and refreshed, both spiritually and physically.
And now, a week after our return, I am going through serious withdrawals. I need the mountains. I need the sea. I constantly hear Bill Murray in my head saying, “Gimme, gimme, gimme!!! I NEED!!! I NEED!!!” (What about Bob? fans, you know what I’m talking about!) And instead of the picture-perfect mountains and rocky shores, I find the shriveled flatlands of north Texas. Sigh. This is no place for a native of the Shenandoah Valley. I think I might need to bring the Moving-to-California plan back out on the table. I’m just saying…