Due to an exciting new job opportunity, Don and I moved to Dana Point this March. Though we missed the nearness of our families and friends instantly, we fell in love with our new home—hard.
Our little condo is right next to the ocean—at night we can hear the soft hum of the fog horn, the crashing of waves and the yelping of the seals through our open windows. My sand-filled shoes sit outside our front door, a testament to my daily runs. Don's wetsuit hangs drying on our deck, a testament to his surf adventures. We built succulent gardens, initiated bi-weekly art nights, discovered our favorite brunch place (hawaiian everything!) and sushi spot (mmm unagi), visited Westminster to San Diego, walked around ritzy Laguna Beach and antique-y San Clemente.
The weekend of our move there was a crazy tropical storm that brought crashing thunder (and plenty of time to set up our new nest). But the following weekend we were quick to visit the Dana Point Harbor for a mini photo walk. Here's what we captured, a little taste of our new world.
