The time had finally come! I was at the Atlanta airport at 9am with an hour to kill before my flight out to the West Coast. It had been over 3 years since I had last been in my favorite state and I couldn’t have been more excited. Given the situation, I made the most logical and responsible decision possible; have a bloody mary… okay 2 bloody marys. I mean it was 9am people… a glass of sauvignon blanc would have just been crazy.
4 hours later I was landing in beautiful Southern California! Something about seeing those rolling hills running into the ocean makes my heart happy. The next step in my “screw relationships, I’m a new woman” adventure was picking up my rental car. Now, I had deliberated over this quite a bit. At first I assumed, I’ll get the cheapest car… it’s only transportation and I’d rather spend my money on other things. But then the other voice creeps in that says “screw that, get the convertible and live it up!”. Well… the practical side of me won in this situation and I reserved the economy car. I settled the bill at the rental car counter and made my way over to pick up my car for the week.
After about 20 minutes of waiting and waiting for them to pull my little eco-friendly car around someone finally told me they were out of cars. How can a rental company be OUT of cars? The sales guy kept trying to put me in an SUV… which would have been nice except I was totally solo and this frugal girl doesn’t want to pay for gas to tote an SUV around, even if I got the rental for the economy price. I asked him if he had ANY cars available and he told me to look around and take my pick. As fate would have it, 1 minute later whips around this gorgeous Dodge Challenger… shiny white exterior, black leather interior and a bumping stereo system. I snatched that beauty up immediately…. all for the price of that little economy car.
I will say… not too much else makes you forget about a break-up faster than speeding around in one of these bad boys, windows rolled down and your favorite music blasting as you cruise through the rolling California hills. To be honest, I hadn’t felt so alive and free in a LONG time, and I hadn’t even seen the ocean yet ;-). After driving around for a bit I made my way over to a VERY important destination… In-N-Out Burger. Between the new car and this delicious burger I hadn’t enjoyed in years, I was on cloud nine.
Of course I sent this instagram photo to my dad. EVERY TIME he is on the west coast he sends me a picture and/or video of him enjoying an In-N-Out burger, and it was finally my turn for retaliation. I was very quickly reminded that I should have ordered the Double Double, which I would NEVER make that same mistake again. People… Double Double with grilled onions ALL day every day, trust me. I had it 3 more times during the remainder of my SoCal stay.
After inhaling that delicious burger I headed to my home away from home for the week, my godfather’s house. It felt so good walking through doors that were totally new but at the same time completely familiar and homey at the same time. I will forever be grateful to have such wonderful people in my life that open up their doors and make me feel so at home even though I am completely across the country from where I live. I felt so satisfied inside, like why haven’t I been embracing this side of who I am and where I come from sooner? I unpacked my bags, threw on my swimsuit, and settled into what would be an unforgettable week.