Who wants to take me on vacation?

the Pacific Ocean

I don't know what it is, exactly, but there's something about the light this morning that makes me kind of sad. It reminds me of the light in southern California, and there's a certain freshness to the air (that is very much unlike southern California). Maybe it's the weather, or that tomorrow will be August, or that it hasn't really felt like summer at all, really, or that even though I was so lost and confused last summer, I am so, so much more lost now.

I wish I could have gone down to Hermosa Beach this year. My uncle lives there, and as much as most of L.A. makes me feel kind of weird and uneasy, there is something to be said about a life on the beach, where the hazards to a completely idyllic life seem to be sunburn and the fact that avocados are just too damn cheap. My usual warm-fuzzies for Madison and the Midwest seem to have fluttered off somewhere. I don't know why, but I would give anything to be anywhere else right now.