Travel

I still can’t believe that just a few weeks ago I was waking up to the California sunshine seeping through the palm trees and the beautiful, cool, dry West Coast air blowing through my open window. I had never been to California… minus the few hours I spent in Death Valley a couple of years ago, which clearly doesn’t count. Haha. Los Angeles was literally perfect. Very few times do I fall in love with a place so quickly and that’s what happened in L.A. Last September I met my sweet friend Emily Magers…

Somewhere around New Bern on the drive down I realized that this was our 8th year visiting our friends at the beach on the southern tip of the Outer Banks of North Carolina. We crossed the bridge past the town Nicholas Sparks calls home and as the salty sea air filled my lungs, I couldn’t help but flash back to the first time I was making this trip. I was 15 years old and heartbroken. I didn’t know who I was or who I was going to be, but I knew that I wanted a full, adventurous life, and Emerald Isle was just a taste of what was to come. The ocean, the sound, the fishing piers, the boats…