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I don’t want to toot my own horn here, but I recently had a “Eureka!” moment that requires me to state a couple of things, and I’m going to warn you now it may be a little cheesy but bear with me anyway. (Or get off my blog. *blows kiss*)
1. I’ve had the privilege to grow up in one of the best states within one of the world’s greatest cities. 2. For twenty-one sweet years of my life, I have called Los Angeles, CA, my home, and I am only just now starting to understand the magic that it holds.

As time goes on, things will inevitably change and with change comes discoveries. This particular discovery today is that I live in a pretty goddamn fantastic place. With the beach and waves at my fingertips and the heart of the city just a hop and a skip away, how could I have ever taken this for granted? Maybe I didn’t intend to, but I do feel that I’ve certainly made up for it now. Once I started to navigate the city at my own pace – at my own risk even – that was when I started appreciating the place I have called my home for so long.
However, there is one spot that never really lost it’s magic for me, and that’s the Pacific Park on the Santa Monica Pier.

Yep, you heard right. I love it there.
Call me crazy (immature?), but any place that specializes in colours, thrills, and sugar-coated treats is always at the top of my list of places to be. So what better a place than to celebrate and rejoice in my love for the West Coast and relive my childhood?
Hint: there is no better place.

No matter how tired the place you grew up in may become for you, there’s always a chance to rekindle your love unexpectedly.

Hope you enjoyed the photos taken by my ever talented friend Alex Shea who pretty much rocks. Annnnnd, I won’t be making any more excuses for my lack of blogs SO, for the last time ever, I am promising to the viral world that I am back in the web-sphere for good.

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