I grew up in Hayward, California. Hayward’s in the eastern portion of the San Francisco Bay Area. And it’s the Bay Area’s ghetto. Okay, it’s not really a ghetto, but it’s not the nicest part of the Bay Area. It’s old, run down and a little crummy.
I don’t remember wanting to leave Hayward while growing up, I didn’t know any different. I suppose it’s like my dad who grew up in San Francisco and thought that the whole world lived under a perpetual overcast sky.
As I got older, and experienced more of the world, however; I knew that I didn’t want to live in Hayward forever. I moved away when I was 21, but in some ways I never left. I moved around a lot in my 20’s and 30’s, but everywhere I went tended to be old, run down and a little crummy.
It’s like you take the girl out of Hayward, but you can’t take Hayward out of the girl. When my husband and I moved to Southern Orange County, however; I knew I’d done it. I’d finally left Hayward. I’ve lived here for a year and a half, and sometimes I still marvel at how fortunate I am to live in such a beautiful place.
I snapped a few photos while my husband and I were on a local walk this morning and thought I’d share.
Here’s a photo of the Laguna Beach coffee shop we stopped at for almond milk mocha latte’s. You get a glimpse of me in this photo.
When the time was up on our parking meter, we drove to the Montage Resort. Here’s a few photos I took there.
Here’s my hubby, with our dog, Mambo, proudly displaying his Red Sox hat (I guess you can’t take the Boston out of the boy either!).
My husband took this last photo of a sculpture at the Montage Resort.
That’s it! Just another beautiful Southern California morning.