i live in an area where there is never a shortage of freshly propped boobs,
bedazzled jeans (when they are not in designer workout clothes)
and where everybody runs.

not that i am against any of the above, but i usually find myself meeting said amazing women in the very moment i am unloading forty five bags of groceries  and a wiggling child with a frizzy pony tail while wearing my homemade sweater and real (not store bought) ripped jeans.

the thing that cracks me up every time is the fact that everyone, and i mean everyone i have met here so far, is nicer than the next.
and why shouldn’t they be?
they are healthy, happy,
{according to some article my mom read- have better sex lives than most… }
they live in a beautiful place with perfect weather 95% of the year…

i’m convinced – bedazzled or not, this place brings out the best in people.
it’s hard not to want to eat healthy and workout or be a designer and grow a small business and meet people and travel the world and learn to surf and paint and bike.

…and run. cause everybody runs.

{i may or may not have spent the last few days looking up 1/2 marathons cause apparently i need to be running….i’ll get back to you on that endeavor…}