My husband and I are preparing to move, and it’s a doozy — cross-country from Florida to California. I suppose we love the sunshine.
This week, we have been pounding the pavement looking for a place to live and getting a crash-course in SoCal sight-seeing while we’re at it. Luckily, we enjoy discovering a new city. Laguna Beach is to die for, catching the Walk of Fame in LA is a must, but so far, I’m mostly struck by what you can see in the middle, in the suburbs.
When you think you’re just running an errand to Target to buy toilet paper and cat food, you turn your head and see Modjeska Peak towering over Lago Santa Margarita. And it’s just sitting there right in the middle of your normal day. Right there, in the middle of your grocery lists and picking up the kids from daycare, is a sight straight out of National Geographic. It’s breathtaking, awe-inspiring. Something about it makes you think you must immediately become a poet or a painter or a photographer. It’s like catching a glimpse of the face of God.
Someday, if we stay here long enough, I suppose these sights might go the way of Florida sunsets in my head — hardly noticed, blended right in with the mundane. But for now, this Everglades girl can’t stop staring and waxing poetic about these majestic mountains.