Spent the day up in Pismo Beach Saturday with the family culminated by an underwhelming dinner at Jocko’s. Great steaks, but a cranky, hungry, tired child who didn’t like what she ordered sort of slowed the evening.
We walked on the beach at Pismo and we looked around at houses with the purpose of thinking about buying a second home. The reality and practicality of such a thing was brought home to us during the day and while we found some truly beautiful homes, we have to bring this mortgage under more control before we think about making a second one.
Still, spending the day there was just more proof, and I didn’t need any more, of how badly I want to live up on the Central Coast. It’s just a better place for me to live, a place where I’d be more at home, more comfortable.
Alas, my wife, my sister-in-law and daughter aren’t really keen on moving just now. So, I bide more time.
The rolling hills, the soft sunsets and wide, clean beaches are dotted by small apple farms and wineries large and small along with dairy farms and horse ranches. Then, rolling closer to the coast, small villages, like Arroyo Grande, Grover Beach and Pismo grow out of the hillsides. Quaint downtowns with tourist trapping shops, narrow roads with minimal traffic, friendly folks and constantly wonderful weather are the norm. It’s home, really.
Well, fantasies abound. Who knows? Maybe I can get them to come around…