It’s already been a little over two months since I’ve last been here. Manhattan Beach… I’ve missed you.
Last time I was here, I was contemplating the fact that I am at the end of my journey, this solo trip in California I’ve voluntarily thrown myself into…it had its ups and downs, but ultimately, I sure am proud of what I have accomplished all on my own.
Last time I sat here, on the same place on the beach, I was sad that my journey was over but I knew that I would be back soon…Or so I hoped. That was in November. And here I am in March, back in the same parking spot I once was, getting out of the car with a sigh of relief….I’m back. But this time I wasn’t alone. I managed to bring the love of my life with me. I no longer was the girl who is always alone.
Two hours…two hours of watching the waves hit the beach with mixed power…Once a slow wave…once a big furious one. Two hours of feeling the marine breeze and not minding its chilly temperature…two hours of watching the birds fly over the water in hopes of some food. Two hours of watching the surfers wait for the perfect wave… Two hours…. they felt like two minutes. I love this city, I love this country, I love it…Manhattan Beach.