For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to live in Orange County. This desire to move down south may have rooted from my love for all things Disney, or my obsession with the ocean—I’m still unsure. Nonetheless, five years ago, I vowed only to apply for jobs in Orange County post-graduation—which I did (for a while, anyway).
Shortly after, I landed my dream job in the San Francisco Bay Area and all of my efforts to move were put on hold.
It wasn’t until recently, after binge-watching the entire series of The OC, that Southern California sparked my fancy again. That’s totally normal, right? Good, I thought so.
Seth Cohen and Summer Roberts aside, there’s just something about Orange County that clicks. Whether it’s the bohemian coffee shops, rows of palms, and endless waves, or the dreamy white architecture, hipster boutiques, and like-minded ocean lovers—it just feels right.
The ability to run for miles and miles along the coast, or alternatively, walk a short five minutes to soak up the salty sun on the sand—that’s priceless. And the fact that the rainstorms are few and far between doesn’t hurt either. I wouldn’t mind doing life in a place like that, with my surfer-boy in tow.
More selfishly, I can’t help but think of all of the incredibly talented babes I would be able to connect with down there, like the beauty and brains behind Saltwater Threads, or the oober-talented chick behind the camera at Candace Rock Photography. The infinite number of opportunities I would have for The Ocean Minded Blog alone seems like reason enough to pack my bags.
But, we’re in this together, Morgan and I.
Recently, we’ve been talking a lot about making the move down there (like, for reals). Because, ya know, who wouldn’t want Mickey Mouse as a neighbor? I’ll chalk that up as a win in itself.
For the place that we’re at in our lives, both professionally and as a couple, it seems like the right time.
Only time will tell, but for now, I’m [blue] crushin’ on Orange County.