Moving somewhere new is always exciting, especially if it’s across the country. Eight years ago, I loaded up my family and made the drive from Arkansas to San Diego, mostly via Route 66 (or rather, the modern interstate that runs parallel to it). On the final day (Day 3, I think), I teared up when I saw this sign. We were in the home stretch. What would await us in Sunny San Diego, our new home?
Eight years later: I know. Wonderful memories in a lovely setting awaited us, and continue to fulfill me.
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