Day 47: I am completely and utterly obsessed with all things California.

Earlier today I made reservations at a San Diego hotel for a super short road trip that my sister and I want to take at the beginning of summer. The extent to which this thrills me is a little insane.

I don't know, man. Something about the sunshine/palm trees/ocean air/West Coast vibes just have this ridiculous allure for me. Virtually anywhere in SoCal = my favorite place to be.

A little throwback to when my best friend and I made our first no-parents, six-hour road trip and spent our spring break on Mission Beach.

The only negative thing about California — that I've found, anyway — is that they don't have exit numbers on the freeway, which I didn't realize until I was making the drive to San Diego instead of my parents. Who doesn't have exit numbers?!

Lesson learned: I am completely and utterly obsessed with all things California.

(Except for the lack of exit numbers.)