San Diego is where it’s at.
Well, okay, where Christopher and I are at.
Yup, dear friends. It’s official.
We are now bona fide, without-a-shadow-of-a-doubt San Diegans.
And I am not quite sure how I feel about it yet.
It’s kind of like how that line in that Soundgarden song goes:
I’m looking California and feeling Minnesota.
Now, I don’t quite look California (too pale), and not quite Minnesota because I’m no longer perpetually chilled and just too darn glad to be here. Continue reading
Birthdays can have their way with you if you let them.
(And not in a good way).
They tend to be viewed by much of Western society as simply markers on the passage of time to a place we’re all headed to known as Older.
And Western society does not like Older.
It’s true, time does speed up the older one gets and with The Big Day (i.e. Moving Day) a mere 15 days away now, I am all the more aware of the passing of time than ever before. Continue reading