Ventura

Just point and shoot.

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It’s all about pain. Pain is the greatest motivator I know. We’ll repeat the same behaviors over and over, even ones that do not serve us, until we’re in exquisite pain. You won’t quit smoking or drinking, lose weight, change your diet, or quit your job and move across the country, until the pain is too much. Pain is a good thing. The pain of living in Atlanta forced me to make a change and that’s how I ended up in Ventura.

When I set the plan in motion to move to California, the options laid out before me were Laguna Beach or Ventura. My good friend Kelly in Ventura told me I could stay with her while I looked for a job. Option # 1. Option # 2 was a beach house in Laguna Beach. Yes, an amazing option, however the gentleman who owned the house and I played an unbelievably comical game of phone tag. So I chose Ventura and I’m glad I did.

Right off the 101 and the PCH, Ventura is about 55 miles north of Los Angeles. It’s a laid back, easy going town with a population of about 109,000. You can get from the east side to the west side in about 20 minutes, practically any time of day. There’s an active surfing community. I hate to use the word quaint, but that’s how I’d describe downtown Ventura. It’s a nicely manicured, clean and has a decidedly small town vibe.

Driving around Ventura gives spellbinding and breathtaking views. The beauty proves dangerous while driving. I’m tempted to look at the amazing views when I’m driving, but I don’t want to die! At one turn you’re treated to sprawling mountains, and at another, the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean. Leaving town, all sorts of farms line the roads of Ventura. The rows of citrus and strawberries line the hills for miles.

Amazing. Ventura.

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Kelly once said about Ventura, “If I ever say I’m tired of this scenery please punch me in the face.” You laugh but that happens. Some lifelong Venturans take this beautiful city for granted. The palm trees, the mountains, and the ocean dim from their awareness. Like Kelly, I don’t ever want to grow tired of this beauty.

Until the next chapter begins Ventura is my home, I’m loving it, and I’m not in pain.

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