Last weekend, Evan and I took a short afternoon trip to Half Moon Bay. It is bit surreal to me to be able to drive to the beach in twenty minutes (barring traffic of course). In college, we were about two hours from the beach and in grad school we lived about an hour or so away, making a visit to the coast a day trip activity.
A few months ago I took a knitting class (actually crochet for knitters) at Fengari in Half Moon Bay after work for a couple of weeks and, last Saturday, we headed to HMB around 2 p.m. (after hitting the Farmer’s market yet again). We explored the downtown for a couple of hours and then headed to the beach. We finished our visit off at Half Moon Bay Brewing Company, where we had good food, so-so beer and a pretty good view of the ocean.
It was a nicely spent afternoon, but it got me to thinking about how on the weekends I always feel this pressure to go out and do things in my new community. While I love travel and exploring new places, at the end of a stressful work week, I find a lot of comfort in spending the weekend doing nothing….sitting around the house, baking a bit, reading a bit, knitting a bit, etc… Now that I live some place where I am paying a high premium to live where we live, I feel an obligation to “get my money’s worth” and enjoy the area. For some strange weekend, it takes a bit of joy out of the weekends for me. I always enjoy whatever activity we do, but I do feel like I am wasting time if I spend the weekend doing nothing.