Should everything go according to plan, I’ll be in the air and off to northern California in three hours. Yesterday, my mom transported fifteen years’ worth of stuff over to her new beach home. At first, I was scared I’d approach the new place with a heavy heart and miss the house in which our best memories took place, but a house is just a house. People make memories. Living spaces just foster memories.
Anyway, because I can’t help getting sentimental about pretty much everything, here are some of my favorite pictures from the Scotts Valley digs: