Day 5

The best day I have ever had? Maybe. Alone on the road with my dog soulmate, music that moves me, and ocean cliffs that take your breath away. I couldn't have asked for a better setting to my dramatic and ridiculous departure from the East Coast, day 5 in the home stretch. The sun was always shining and the roads were perfectly populated, the Pacific Coast Highway is forever burned into my soul. With stops all the way up from Malibu, Paradise Cove, Renaldo State Park and Beach, and finally BIG SUR. Hands down, no competition, without a doubt, the most beautiful stretch of the Earth I have ever laid eyes on. I got stuck in a pretty sizeable traffic jam due to a man who had jack-knifed his car into the cliff (thank god he lived). As I waited outside with the rest of the voyeurs trying to sneak a peak at the carnage, I realized that I was secretly hoping it would take hours so that I had an excuse to be there. Be there...I can't even explain there. Its a must see of epic proportions (and I hate when people say epic anything).

Now, I know that thousands of tourists drive this road everyday but mine still felt unique, it felt romantic. I understand the cliche that is this "road trip" across the country to pursue a new life in San Francisco...but with that said, I never claimed to be the first but I will claim that I probably got the most out of it. I didn't drive straight through like a badass, I didn't stay in hotels every night and watch HBO, I didn't sleep in a VW Van and smoke hash. No, I drove a route that helped me reconnect. Reconnect to friends, both old and new, and reconnect to myself. It is amazing what being alone and vulnerable can make you see. Where have I been for the past 2 years? I certainly wasn't living life as me, just what I thought I should be.