Wow…what’s new…nothing, except for a lot. I turned 45 here in San Diego, and I spent the day thinking about life as I was listening to baseball on the beach. Not a bad way to spend any day, let alone your birthday.
My birthday was quiet and calm. I wanted it just that way, since in the past they are traditionally late nights. This was new, this was different, this was special.
Soon thereafter, I secured a house in the Pacific Beach part of San Diego. I like to tell people it is the Seaside Heights of San Diego, CA. It’s ok. I like it.
On September 4th, I drove the loaded UHaul, car in tow, 364 miles west on Interstate 8 and arrived in San Diego. I love it here and I feel like this is a great place for me. Missing people from both coasts (some more than others) is part of the game, and what you grow used to when you live away from the familiar. It’s ok, I will be fine, but for now — I’ll just love the 78 degreee days and living 48 steps to the beach.