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
It is the afternoon on the day before we leave for our new life in San Diego.
The car is packed and the suitcases by the door.
And on the balcony, planter pots lie empty waiting to be filled again.
There are no recipes to share today, my friends, just a few things to share.
Seattle and the area around it has been my home for the last 10 years. And during those 10 years, I was lucky enough to make a few very great friends. Continue reading