Love for La Jolla

        

La Jolla beach, California; my favorite place on earth. My second home. My comfort place. Yet, I haven't been since I was thirteen, and I'm eighteen now. I didn't grow up there, I never even knew the place existed until I was ten years old. We found La Jolla through tennis. My mom, sister and I would travel all around the United States for my sister's tournaments. Finally, hard court nationals started being hosted in San Diego, California. So, for four straight years, the three of us would book the same hotel every summer from August 1st to the 7th. I fell in love with the delicious Italian restaurant that we had to walk up the big hill for from the beach. I wanted to be like the professional surfers that did not spare me a glance when fleeting past me into the ocean. I grew infatuated with the life La Jolla brought. I strive to move there when I settle down and have a family. I hope to buy a house close to the cove and live off of to-go boxes from the little Italian restaurant on top of the hill. I hope that if I have children they can love it just as much as I do.