Yesterday I saw the Pacific Ocean for the first time in my 30+ years. . I drove the amazing scenic journey down the 5and stopped several times to write and reflect. I played latin music the entire trip and read every sign in both English and Spanish. By the afternoon, I was kayaking in the chilly October water and planning my first surf. I ate fresh fish during the day and chatted with the locals. Night time, I took in the Gaslamp district and watched baseball for the first time this year. (Giants vs Tigers World Series)
I retired to bed at 11:30 pm, exhausted, falling asleep while reading emails. Despite what I would consider one the most amazing days of the year, I still felt some sense of guilt for not staying out and experiencing the San Diego nightlife. For some odd reason, I still dread fielding questions regarding my level of intoxication and juvenile debauchery as I channel my deteriorated 20 some existence. Maybe this is merely the male, want to remain young fuck I have left being but will always remember.