Anyone who has spent more than 10 minutes with me knows I'm from San Diego. It's what I answer when anyone asks me where I'm from. I know I have lived in the LA / OC area since 2000, but, that's not the point. I am from San Diego.
In recent posts, I have spoken about a general lack of self-esteem and that once upon a time, I was an asshole. This weekend after hanging out with friends and family all over the SD map, I was whole-heartedly reminded that some of my traits run deep. I was told I am sarcastic, I'm cynical, I'm silly -- all true. I was also reminded that so much of who I am today was shaped by my experiences of living in San Diego. From innocuous things like playing music so loud I managed to get a noise pollution ticket from a cop -- to the fact that I love dancing and singing off-key; most of these traits can be traced back to fun times with friends & associates while living in SD.
Moreover, my ideas on love, passion, romance, and general relationships were shaped while in SD. And while most might have become jaded from things I saw; I instead, walked away with optimism that eventually, everyone can find true happiness and be in love; if they are willing to take the risk, put themselves out there, and work for it. And like my new friends from Haiti reminded me, the best way to know if a person is being real with their love is through their actions -- regardless of the words coming out of their mouths.
So, to my SD friends and family, who I made a special attempt to see, I hope that you realize that although I was unable to spend a lot of time with you, our relationship means a lot to me. Enough that I am willing to put in a worldwind driving, CA tour just to see folks. [And I hate driving!] May your lives be blessed and your hearts be happy -- seeing as you certainly fill me with joy! Until the next time I'm back in my hometown....
Thank you.
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