My Life


As often as I think of moving away, I think Newport will always be home. I have too many memories here.

As a little girl, my Grandma would always take me to John Wayne Park, which overlooks the Bay.

I remember even as a teenager, she’d drive us there and we’d have a little picnic and watch the boats in the Bay.

I find myself going there often. Usually I grab Baja Fish Tacos and then picnic on the grass. Sometimes I go at night to watch the Newport boats parade.

My grandma wasn’t buried, and I feel like I have no place to really go when I want to talk to her or figure out my life. So I go to that park. I sit by the tree and I think of all the things I wish I could tell her. I write in my notebook and somehow I feel closer to her.

About Monica

Living in Newport Beach and Kauai. Survivor of crippling Anxiety and Depression. When I'm not cuddling my adorable dachshund puppy, surfing, or reading, you'll find me on here writing about my love life, loss, and everything in between.

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