I have island fever — not in the “I’m sick of” way, but in the “I cannot get enough of” way. Growing up along the coast of Southern California, I would look across at Catalina Island and daydream of life twisted up with a high amount of adolescent drama and angst (of which I am yet to let go). I was there for the obligatory Girl Scout camp (yes, I passed the deep-sea swim test so I had the “cool” swim cap), ditch day in high school (although the rebellious nature of ditching is somewhat lost when the school sanctions the event), and a sailing trip or day trip here and there…in other words, not too often. This enables Catalina to retain that elusive island charm I crave…Catalina Island, 26 miles across the sea (give or take a mile).

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