This was my view out my window for three years and more on Balboa Peninsula. Near Newport Beach. Back then there were beach houses on the beach and we could live there with a roommate or two. Now they’ve all been demolished and only rich people live on the beach.
Sometimes I feel homesick to the point I ache. But then I don’t. Joan Didion was born and raised there and nobody captures California like she does. The last continent. Where all dreamers go to die, eh?
“The apparent ease of California life is an illusion, and those who believe the illusion real live here in only the most temporary way.” Joan Didion
― Joan Didion