Longing for home,
the one I can’t go back to…
It is never the same as when we were kids.
An all-class reunion was this week.
Part of me would love to have gone, part of me never ever wants to go….
I think it has little to do with the people and more to do with the
Laguna Beach I loved and what it has become.
I loved the small beach town, the friendliness, the innocence —
even with the drug culture and 60’s sex happenings, it was a very innocent free place.
Now it is McMansions (gads they are everywhere) and mostly the über wealthy,
with a smattering of kids who were lucky enough to become wealthy enough to stay
or had their parents homes given to them so they had a home first.
It is chain stores on Main street, not family owned shops of distinction.
I hate that… it’s everywhere.
Give me the water, the sand, shell hunting and creature spotting,
body surfing and wet toes in sand. The palms and eucalyptus and avocado and coral
and magnolia and jacaranda, strawberry fields and corn fields and Laguna Canyon,
the wildness all around our corner of the world, rock and roll.
I think I’ll always be busy that first weekend in May….
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and Sennelier pan watercolors.
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