One Last Time

Playing: Plug In Baby-Muse
Reading: Life of Pi by Yann Martel

Over Memorial Day weekend, I have been spending time at my beach house in Sunset Beach with my family, since we just sold it and wanted to spend some time there before we move out. While there, we decided to visit all the places in the area that we normally don't go to unless we're staying at this house including the San Pedro fish market. I don't remember the name of the restaurant I ate at, but pretty much all of the restaurants there offer the same dishes. For starters, we ordered a container of ceviche, which was fresh and flavorful, perfect for summer.

My favorite thing to order is the shrimp fajitas with vegetables and bread. They serve it all on a tray with onions, bell peppers, potatoes, and tomatoes topped with a spicy sauce that is just wonderful. Even though it's messy, it is definitely worth it and the bread is brushed with tons of butter and then left on the grill until crisp. Then you can use the bread to soak up the extra sauce and to pick up the vegetables. It's spicy and buttery and a must try if you are in the area.

The San Pedro fish market is in an interesting area too, lined up by the harbour. You can eat right next to the docks and look at the sea life below and afterwards, you can explore the little shopping area or drive to one of the nearby parks. Be warned, though: it can be very crowded and the lines can be long.

For the most part, I spend my time at the other house taking long walks on the beach or going kayaking with my dog. How cute is he? His name is Hobbes and he looks ridiculous in his doggy life jacket. He also has issues with taking pictures and rarely looks into the camera or stays still long enough to get a non-blurry photo. This is my first time moving and it feels weird knowing that I will never be coming back to this home. It feels weird to know that some stranger will repaint my room and that if I ever do walk into it again, it won't be my home and all my things will be gone. It's melancholy to know that I won't be jumping off the dock to go swimming anymore and that I won't go to sleep to the sound of waves. It's vaguely nostalgic and maybe I'll feel differently in a few years.