The real reason I was going to write is because of the overwhelming feeling of sadness when we flew into L.A. today on our way to Maui. It is crazy how much the 4 years of living there made Los Angeles a part of my soul and who I am. I love everything about it. The people, the mountains, the ocean, the HUGEness of it all. I saw the Hollywood sign, the downtown skyline, and a little glimpse of the Marina where John and I started our family.
I can still picture the streets where we walked, roller bladed, and drove to our next adventure. I would purposely drive around and get lost so I could find my way around better when my family and friends would come and visit me. It was always easy to find my way back because with the mountains and the ocean, my internal compass knew exactly where I was at all times.
I remember the tours I would give with my favorite being the "Murder Tour". To see a glimpse of the window on Ceilio drive where the horrific Manson murders happened, to Bugsy Seigle's house, and of course the no longer standing O.J house.
I had so much fun and so many good memories. I decided while flying in today, even though my stay was literally 20 minutes, that I would make plans to visit again with my kids and John. We were there years ago and their memories are not clear of that time. Having teenagers now makes a huge difference with our travel as their memories will stay a lot more vivid in their minds. I would love to do all my tours with them and then find out which part sticks in their minds the most.
I love adventure and if I lived in my perfect world, it would be one where travel adventure along with helping those who need it most would be part of my families life. I think a mission trip may be in our future. Maybe not through a church but definitely one