Home is wherever I'm with you

We drove into Livermore yesterday. It's bittersweet. It signifies the end of something. The end of what I'm not sure. The beginning of our marriage? It doesn't really feel like that's over. It's still so new to us in our third year. 

It's also the beginning of something else, though. I'm still hearing back from law schools and Dan is applying for jobs. Things will shake out and we'll get back into a routine. 

We are really blessed to have parents who let us crash their houses. We're currently staying with mine and it is great to be near family again. 

I already miss my friends in Wilmington. I miss the little community and life Dan and I created over there. 

Change is good, though. People adapt. We are resilient creatures. 

CA

We made it!

We woke up early yesterday to watch the sunrise over the Grand Canyon; it was magnificent.

Then we packed up our contraband cats (they weren't supposed to be in the cabin) and started the eight hour drive to Irvine, CA.

Dan's cousin Sam and his girlfriend Gianna live there. It was so fun to stay the night with them as I haven't seen them in a couple years! Plus, we had Indian food. Win.

Did you see I had In-n-Out? Oh yes. WITH a neapolitan milkshake. Good to the last drop.

So, in conclusion, yesterday we drove and I ate food. Scintillating, no?

West Coast: California

This trip was so good. Hanging out with family and friends, seeing Steve Martin play live, wine tasting, and those hills covered in grape vines. It was hard to leave. I love that place and those people so much. 

food and family

One of the biggest things I miss about living in California is the family dinner's. We had family dinner after Jennie's graduation and it was the perfect way to end the night. There is something about combining great food and the people you love. I feel perfectly comfortable with these people. We joke, we eat, we catch up. It's perfect. I look forward to the day when these family dinners aren't so few and far between.  

the city.

Is it odd that we refer to San Francisco as the city? If you live in the Bay Area and say: "We're going into the city," everyone would know which city you meant. Not Oakland, not San Jose, not Walnut Creek. These cities are all nice. But the city is San Francisco. And it's fabulous. 

While I was in town my parents took us into the city for breakfast at the farmers market at Pier 1. I had never been to the farmers market in SF and oh my goodness, talk about yummy overload. If you are ever in the city over a weekend, go on Saturday morning. You won't be disappointed. And if you see a booth offering Red Wine and Cherry Scones, buy one. And savor it.