05/28/2026
You ever have one of those memories you can still physically feel because it’s so vivid?
Here’s mine:
We’d just sold my place, packed up our entire life into boxes, shipped the car, and boarded the plane.
Somewhere over the country I turned to Michael and said something I had no logical reason to believe yet:
“Everything we touch turns to gold.”
I didn’t say it as a hope.
I said it like I already knew it in my bones, before a single thing had proven it true.
And this whole journey has been exactly that.
San Diego felt like home from the second we landed.
That was 10 years ago.
Ten years of building home after home as our dreams kept getting bigger. And no, I won’t call us locals, the real ones get a little annoyed by transplants claiming that title too fast, and honestly, fair. So we just lead with gratitude instead.
But a decade in, here’s the one thing we’ve found to be undeniably true 👇🏼
San Diegans get intensely, almost violently fired up about their Mexican food.
And if you simply go where they’re willing to throw bows to defend? You will never be in the wrong spot. Any taco worth fighting over is one I’m down to try.
Because the truth is, the most complete version of San Diego living isn’t some five-star reservation. It’s a cheap taco with a view of the ocean.
Nothing beats it.
That’s the stuff the relocation guides never capture. The feeling. The knowing. The little rituals that turn a city into your home.
Save this for the day you finally make the move – you’ll want the real list waiting for you.
And if you know someone who’s been “thinking about San Diego” for years now, send this to them. Might be the nudge they needed. ☀️
