The Discomfort of a Battered Heart

All in my feels...

Last month, I spent a week in San Diego, the city of my birth. Despite having not lived there since I was three, I’ve always felt a strong pull to a place where water is everywhere. The neighborhood where my dad’s family put down roots—and still resides—is on a point. If you get up high enough, you can look to the east and see all the boats on San Diego…