San Diego, CA (The Journey Ends)

So as most of you know, I'm back home in San Diego! I took Interstate-8 all the way from Phoenix, Arizona, and while driving through the desert and canyon areas, I felt a great appreciation of being back home.

I got into the city around noon and the first thing I did was enjoy an authentic San Diego burrito. I have to say that of all the places I traveled there was no place that can even came close to the quality of the greasy taco stands in San Diego. I remember going to a taco shop in Fargo, North Dakota, and asking for a Carne Asada burrito, but I was only presented with a confused look on the cashier's face. "What's a Car-ne A-sada?" she replied. It was hopeless trying to explain it to her. The lesson I learned in that experience: San Diego has got the most authentic burritos in all of the United States.

After my burrito, I drove to Coronado Island to take a picture with the San Diego skyline. I stood at the bay admiring the city's beauty, and I had began to appreciate a lot that I had taken for granted. I can now see why San Diego is called America's Finest City. It has a bit of everything. There really is no where else that I can see myself living.

Now, the thing most people are going to ask me after following my blog entries for the past two and a half months is what I learned from all this. And when I'm presented with that question, I have to be a little careful with my answer, because what I learned from this trip is absolutely relative to my own experiences and the choices that I made. If you were to take a similar trip of your own, I'm sure that you'd have made different choices and had a completely different experience.

So what I learned doesn't necessarily mean that it's universal for everyone, or that everyone can relate to it. Overall, the trip was a well needed break from the need to having to keep up with the Jones'. Moreover, it was a personal journey for myself, and throughout every experience I learned a little bit more about myself, what I enjoy, and what I don't enjoy, and most importantly, how I choose to live my life.

If you're curious to get more details of my experiences, or a more deeper understanding of what I learned, I suggest you pick up the phone and give me a call; I'd love to tell you all about it. But, I have to admit, that as time passes, I'll have looked back at this trip and have learned something new everyday, so what I may tell you on Monday, may be completely different on Tuesday.

I hope you enjoyed this blog. I tried not to post anything offensive, and if I did, I'll apologize now. But keep in mind that this blog was mostly created to keep my friends and family informed of where I was and what I was doing. Most of all, it was to serve as a personal record for myself, in hopes that twenty years from now I can look back at this and reminisce about the experiences, and so lessons are not forgotten.