Photos of San Diego That Remind Me Why I Love San Diego

I described San Diego as we stood on the sand dunes of Colombia, watching the waves crash against the shore. I described San Diego when I was in Rio De Janeiro, walking in 80 degree heat with one eye over my shoulder, on the lookout for thieves. Every time I described San Diego, I got the same reaction: “Why would you ever leave?”

Trust me, kid, I thought the same thing.

If you haven’t well figured it out by now, I love to travel. I love new places, new cultures, and discovering new cities. So why do I keep going back to San Diego (besides the fact that I run out of money and I have to start all over again because I be a broke beezy)?

I moved to San Diego back in 2009. One breakup, 2 degrees, and multiple jobs later I’m still in love with this city. Every time I travel I come up with the bright idea to not return, but rather live in another city, explore another part of the United States, but then I remember it snows during the winter in some parts, and there are no beaches in other parts. And if there are beaches, they’re accompanied by hurricanes that destroy houses.

I’m sure other cities and states are great, but every time I look into it, I find myself drawn back to San Diego. Which frustrates me because I would like to get to know a new city and my traveling bones yearn for change.

Alas, here I am again, in San Diego, the city that raised me.

Theories abound as to why I always return to San Diego, beaches and tacos being at the top of that list, but that can’t be all (well, it could be though…)

It’s hard to describe, so let me tell you in pictures.