Springtime in the States

And just like that, we’re back from America! 

It’s been a little while since I’ve properly had a chatter on here, so I thought before I kick things off with summer content, and a few posts I had planned after our trip (including a big ol’ post on travelling with a tiny person)- I’d do a little check in and fill you in a little on our two weeks in California. 

I feel like there was so much anticipation, organisation and a little bit of pre travel anxiety that was fizzing away for so long, that’s it’s hard to believe that we’ve already come and gone. It felt like one thing travelling and getting on an airplane for the first time since the pandemic, and a complete other thing doing it with another small passenger, going for the longest time I’d been away in years and praying for a negative test result in the lead up too.

And the sun! The California sun. The blue skies, the waves on our doorstep soundtracking every bedtime and morning alarm, familiarity of those around us and a complete change of scenery which felt like the saturation of life’s colour had truly been turned up. 

We stayed in La Jolla in San Diego, a stones throw away from family and a literal hop skip and jump from the ocean. With days spent on the beach (with the important duty of sandcastle building and remembering that as a very pale person™ you can never wear too much SPF), salty and sandy nachos (proper ones!) by the fire, a magical wedding in the mountains and ultimately experiencing another world for a couple of weeks- it was a real window into another life (largely one where I wear a lot of faded denim, say ‘gnarly’ non ironically and largely pretend I’m in Daisy Jones and the six most of the time).