This week we’re leaving Dana Point. While common sense told us it was time to downsize and return to our San Francisco roots, our hearts just don’t agree. For the past 23 years we’ve lived so well here and have really grown accustomed to the place.
You have no idea how hard it is for us to leave these 7 square miles of Paradise. We’ve lived in many different cities and towns, but none has grabbed us heart and soul as Dana Point has.
So now we’ve taken our last walk in Sea Terrace Park and down to the beach. We’ve eaten our last dinner in the Harbor. We’ve gone to Salt Creek and Strand Park to enjoy our last sunset. No more tennis or yoga at the club or picnics on the island. No more meetings with the Historical Society or the Earth/Ocean Society or presentations to the City Council. No more Civic Association Coffee Chats in the Harbor. No more happy hour Fridays with special friends.
So goodbye Dana Point, and thank you. We’ve enjoyed playing and working with so many, and we’ll miss you all.
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