I am back in Encinitas, and remembering all the reasons I wouldn't live anywhere else. Many of the travelers I met on my trip complained about where they lived; so happy to be away from there. I could only shake my head, and say that I love where I live, and wouldn't live anywhere else.
I am back in my ocean, the Great Blue Pacific. It's "my" ocean, not in that it belongs to me, but rather that I belong to it. The warm, calm green waters of the Indian Ocean just didn't feel like the ocean to me at all - just a a big salty lake. But I feel at home back in the cold, grey, silty Pacific.
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Does this mean you turned your Crackberry back on?
yes! Crackeberry on!
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