|My husband and I. Oops! I forgot to shave before our photo shoot.|
When living in San Diego, I spent my day working at a salon and always going a mile a minute. Money ruled our world, and I never had time to take a step back and enjoy the view. I could see the ocean from my backyard (No, I'm not kidding), and I could probably count on 1 hand how many times I actually stopped to enjoy the view. When I found out that my husband had gotten orders to Twentynine Palms, I thought it was the 'kiss of death' to not only my career, but also our marriage. It's been a joke for years that Twentynine Palms has the highest divorce rate. While, maybe it is true (or maybe not) I could see why: We're in the middle of the desert with no shopping or restaurants, and no place to really just get away. I'm sure many couples just never leave their home, and end up driving each other crazy. Sounds like the perfect recipe for disaster!
Middle of nowhere sure makes for beautiful pictures.