Baby and I picked her up at the airport and went out for a nice afternoon walking along the beach, eating some exceptional Rosemary Potatoes at The Mission and finally basking the glow of loud and crazy kids at Belmont Park, whereby I realized that I have never been on the rollar coaster there, nor have I played over priced carnival games, or in general "made a day of it."
We didn't do it on Sunday either, but it was a nice thought. Our own, poor mans beach boardwalk.
We didn't do it on Sunday either, but it was a nice thought. Our own, poor mans beach boardwalk.
Aunty Vi is funny because she's known me my whole life (well, minus two years as I am two yearls older than her) and she was living in the same small (nameless city where I lived in the suburbs with lots of square footage) that I just returned from. She too lives in the suburbs (only with her brother and her brothers girlfriend), but she manages to always find something that's going on in the area.
She asked me how I was liking San Diego.
"I love it," I said. "It's just a different vibe, it's just more, there's just so much more."
"Yeah," Aunty Vi nodded. "And I guess you like the area and everything."
"I don't want to," I said. "I want to hate it because it's Southern California and you know, it's all ooo pretty hair and pretty glittery lip gloss, but I love it. I just love it. I think baby loves it. If Husband ever left the World of Warcraft he'd probaby love it too."
"So you love it."
"I do. I sometimes wish it was closer to home, but it's a pretty good place to live. Much better than (nameless other city that literally sucked the energy from my soul)."
"I don't know," Aunty Vi smiled. "Maybe you give (nameless other city that quite literally has a nickname that refers to a guys balls) a bad rap because of how your job was, but it wasn't the city, it was the circumstance."
I thought about it. She thought about it. And when we were walking down the beach, staring at the girls and guys on the beach, listening to Baby make happy noises, Aunty Vi leaned over and said "Alright, you're right about this one. This is way better than walking around in (nameless city that probably hates me as much as I hate it) on a Sunday."
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