Boys and Beaches

I've recently come to really love where I'm from. It's a beautiful place, filled with everything I could ever want. The beach is within walking distance, the mountains are a few hours away, and there's really no daytime activity that cannot be found within the vast expanse that is Southern California, specifically, Orange County.



My favorite part about this place is sharing it. Tanning alone, in giant shades with an ipod massaging the depths of my mind is great (and much needed at the moment), it really is, but sitting on the sand on a warm, winter day trying to conquer the chilly waters of the Pacific with a comical companion is pretty much priceless. Every time I visit the beach or walk to the park, I always wish there was someone to share a smoothie with. And this time there was. And it was better.



At a time when people are plentiful and interaction is inevitable, I've decided that my new year's resolution is to make friends and keep them. I have never had poor social skills. I talk easily, I form opinions quickly, and I make a habit of keeping myself and those around me entertained. But when it comes down to it, my friends are fleeting. I have less than 5 true friends. When I'm 64, I want to be sitting in a beach chair, digging my toes into the sand, and laughing with someone as we try to hide our pitcher of margaritas from beach patrol. I don't want to be sitting in a chair by the window, watching VH1 behind the music on Britney Spears, and scooping out the center of the brie with a butter knife. I want to live, I want to laugh, and I want to love - - with others.

While I cuddled into my towel and watched as he wrote messages in the sand, I couldn't help but realizing that I was, in fact, actually happy this time.

May happiness become a habit that I can never break.

xoxo