When I lived in the Riverside area growing up in southern California, it was a handy area to the things I liked. There is something about growing up amidst thousands of acres of orange groves that stays with you forever. Picking fresh navel oranges taught me to instinctively know the perfect orange. Which ones to pick and eat and which ones to leave for another week.
Jump on the freeway and in a half hour I was rubbing baby oil on my body and soaking up the sun at the beach. Running on the sand isn't really racing; it is moving at a speedy walk that is great exercise. Moving quickly in sand that provides resistance to moving at a fast rate.
Drive from Riverside toward the mountains and in a half hour the aesthetic senses are electrocuted. The variety of impressive features of the San Bernardino mountain communities are enough to please everyone.
Of course my memory banks are full of the way it was back then. Less traffic, very little smog, and today there are houses where the orange trees stood in their glory. By the time the numbers of people heading to the beach caused the trip to take over an hour, I was on my way out of California, not to return for many years.
Each person has their own ideal place to live. I am settling in to a wonderful little town and finding it fulfills each item on my wish list for today. Some people would say we found this town by accident. I would say this move has been a continuation of the fulfilling of destiny for my hubby and me. Just like our meeting was.