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I told my parents I wouldn’t move there, that I was merely vacationing. At the same time, I felt I had to move or I would self-combust on highway 1, tears dampening the flames just enough to make it an ugly cry followed by a swift, smoldering death. California was so immediately familiar to me in only one visit while being so unknown it broke my heart, like the last day of a summer camp crush. The awareness that it breathed daily opposite Florida, across the country, along with another eccentric state water’s…