Leaving California for a while, and it’s hard. It’s not the trip so much as the silence, the time to think, to reflect on the past decade. I moved away a year ago, but with the family still there, I would visit every few months. Sometimes it would be a few days, or a weekend, but the option was still there. Now, the choice is harder. Every visit to San Diego can’t be justified as a visit with the family. Every time I go home, I’m reminded that it’s not home anymore, just a place of friends, family, and memories.
This is the first leg of the journey, out of San Diego, California, to Tucson, Arizona. It’s changed a bit since the first time I passed through ten years ago, but it’s still beautiful. When you live in Southern California you learn to love the various shades of brown.
The sun set on Tucson at the end of the first day. We had dinner at a French restaurant, a good conversation, and we crashed at the hotel. With luck we can make it to Atlanta by Sunday.