Morro Bay: Packing Up - To New Beginnings


Sometimes, gratitude hits me. It’s a beautiful thing. 

The last morning of our oh so special weekend in peaceful Morro Bay was dawning. I hate this feeling that I get when I realize I have to pack up and go back home, back to reality. Luckily, San Diego is not the worst place to come back to. 

Also, still filled with so much excitement and happiness from the life-changing event a couple days before, throwing our bags in the truck wasn’t all that sad, because this time it just meant we had a lot of good things ahead of us. Like - a lot (with a sparkling ring on my finger.)

Before we - ready or not - had to embark on the 5-hour ride back down south, we grabbed the little big fur baby Rocco and spent some time at the dog beach, where he was happily running around, chasing his ball and diving into the waves (what an adventurous dog).  

The air was crisp, we were pretty much alone, and the breeze coming from the sea felt so good on my face. We saw Morro Rock in the distance. 

Isn’t it crazy how we go places we might not have been to before and then something absolutely memorable happens and BOOM now this destination will forever be associated with this specific occurrence, whether it be a good or bad one. Whether you want to or not, you will always have a certain feeling, a lot of emotions, associated with that particular place. Forever, pretty much.

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Since Rickey proposed, I cannot stop thinking about Morro Bay, how I want to go back. It’s like…re-living everything. The biggest surprise of my life undoubtedly happened on this little strip of sand, the secluded beach area down by some cliffs. Crazy how life twists and turns.

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This weekend in February up north will forever be the marker of a new chapter for the both of us - together. And then I started thinking about everything else that happened in my life before, people that I shared it with, people that came and went, all the good, the bad and the ugly. It all made sense and came together as a whole, the little pieces of life - that specific weekend. I can hardly wrap my head around it having been 8 weeks since then. Yet, so much has happened inbetween that it might as well have been 6 months already.

I am a firm believer that everything does happen for a reason, the pieces that come together as a beautiful whole in the end. 

I was contemplating as I was, absent-mindedly, watching the boys play, hearing the rushing waves, the sound of the wind. 

I couldn’t help but smile. Gratitude was coming over me as a tingling rush of warmth running through my body. 

To new beginnings.