The next step; it’s a continual process, there seems to always be a next step in my life before I’ve even figured out the last one and I’m sure it will all catch up with me soon. I’ve been in Santa Cruz, California for almost two months now; trying to make myself a regular and fit in between the crowds of surfers, hipsters, hippies, vagabonds, and the rockabilly/greasers. At this point I’m more like a fly on the wall seeing everything happen around me, picking up little bits and pieces of conversations. If I were to describe this place to people on the east coast, I would say this is the Burlington, Vermont of the west coast. It’s considered a city, but its probably one of the smallest cities I’ve ever been to, which probably adds to it’s similarity to Burlington. Pacific Ave, the main downtown street is similar to most cities; you have the homeless looking for some love among strangers so they can get some leftovers or cash for booze, street performers trying to get their voices heard through the crowd of tourists, and then the tourists who come here, sometimes disrespecting the locals through their bourgeois, egotistical attitude as the unroll $100 bills from their Gucci purses and Coach wallets. They all have their place here, it a diverse one and I feel lucky to have had a apart of it in my own, non-existent way.
My next move is more temporary than the one I made to come to California. In a week I’m heading back east for a while, the only thing that comes to mind is, what’s next? I’m not really sure why I’m going back, other than the personal reasons of seeing friends and family. I feel like my time here in California has been a valuable one where I learned more about myself in terms of my strengths, weaknesses, independence, and patience. I think I really needed the time away from everything familiar in order to figure that out, to understand what it is I want, or at least to have a better understanding. Maybe these past few weeks can be labeled as the “selfish” part of my life, not selfish as in a negative term, but a positive one. I guess that would make this upcoming chapter the “working” part of my life, where I figure out my career path.
It all comes down to the fact that everything is a process. Things don’t happen overnight and those who believe that they do, are lying to themselves. Two months hasn’t been long enough for me to decide or give Santa Cruz a chance in terms of really living someplace but it has been long enough to get a better understanding of the kind of place I want to be living in when the time comes to move again. It has been a wonderful experience and I’m glad this was the first place I went to after graduating from college. Now the process continues and I’m excited about what I’ll learn next.
The Boardwalk, Santa Cruz, California:

Golden hill near my apartment, Santa Cruz, California:

Pacific Ocean, Santa Cruz, California:

Highway 1, California coast:

The trusty’ol Mercedes Benz that takes us on our adventures:

Pacific Ocean at Big Sur, California:

Monterey, California:

Redwood Forest, somewhere near Ukiah, California:

Redwood Forest, somewhere near Ukiah, California:

San Francisco, California:

San Francisco Bay, San Francisco, California:

Still jobless and now close to broke, but I don’t regret coming west for a second. From all the things I saw, places I visited, and people I’ve met, the past two months have been some of the best moments of my life. I feel refreshed and regrouped and ready to face the east coast once again, wish me luck!