An Open Letter of Apology to San Diego

Right after getting married in 1990, I accepted a job transfer from the Bay Area of Northern California to beautiful San Diego. We lived there for about 2 and 1/2 years, working full time and also helping lead the children’s ministry at a church.

I remember one bright, sun-shiny day calling my wife and asking (since she grew up in San Diego), “Is it EVER not sunny and 70 degrees here?!?” (as if complaining about the beauty and warmth was justified!) Unbelievable, I know… but the point is, you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone!

18 years later, we’ve planted ourselves in the Nashville area. Great city, awesome friends, good schools… home. I can’t imagine ever leaving here, as I have grown accustomed and rather fond of the four mild seasons (except for mid August, when it’s just too hot and sticky to move around much!).

This has been one of the wettest autumns in recent history, historically colder winter than usual, and from all predictions, we are in for some real fun for spring, being on the bottom end of Tornado Alley! And as much as I would love to wake up each day, smell the ocean air, and live among the fantastic people of San Diego, I won’t complain a bit about Nashville!

Fortunately for me, I get to travel back to San Diego about once per month. My visits are short and mostly business-related, but I always make time to see the ocean, gaze out at the wonder of the Pacific Ocean, eat a fish taco at Rubio’s, and hit up Nordstrom Rack for some last year’s/discounted Lucky Jeans (my favorite).

So to the City that is San Diego I say, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry for taking your for granted while I lived there! Please don’t hold it against me the next time you see me.”

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