From East to West...

I love California in August, because... 

1. The Padres win.

2.  We are avid horse racing fans for a day.  

3.  We see more crabs than people. 

4.  We stay in head stands until all the blood rushes to our heads.

5.  The San Diego temple shines in the sun.

6.  It means family time and no school. 

Southern Girl.

My roommate was homeward bound as soon as finals finished, and I found myself in Tampa sometime after that in July, and it was a beautiful week.  It may have something to do with our immediate stop for our sushi fix, or the fact that her house was beyond a country-home dream.  Or maybe it was so beautiful because she got me addicted to Downton Abbey, and I found myself waking up early (earlier than Kels) to finish the season, or possibly because her quilts were folded with love, and Dade City was so welcoming to a Utah grown girl, or the fact that the beach was so close and frequented that week with our after beach fish tacos and the satisfying Dairy Kurl (Not to be confused with Dairy Queen).  I think it was beautiful because I came home a happy girl with 51 hand-found sand dollars… and possibly 51 little ghost sand dollars that Kelsie said would haunt me.  I think I had such a great time because I stood on the beach during a the-sky-is-on-fire-kind-of-thunderstorm and felt absolutely invincible.  I think perhaps it was so beautiful because I convinced Kelsie to do everything a good Floridian should do like going to Disney World and Alligator hunting in your neighbor's swamp, and running at the hottest part of the day (I couldn't get her to do the last for the three, but I wouldn't recommend it to anyone Florida native or otherwise).  Possibly it was because Tampa made me a Rays fan for the night when they won in the 14th inning. I think it reminded me of a simple life where I could wake up at twelve and nobody would care and nothing would change. But mostly I think it was so beautiful because I had my Kelsie back, and we didn't even have school! 

 Made to order.