On My Return To San Diego...

I was here and then I was gone, that's about how the story goes. And while I was gone all I could think about was coming back, back to the land of sun and girls with really straight hair and tanned arms. Back to where it felt like people were a little happier and the streets were always busy with one thing or the other.

But the last time I lived here things were very different for me. I was the college girl with credit cards and spring break trips and happy hours at dive bars. There was always a new place to go, a new dish to try. I had so many stories all ending with "and then it took us two days to recover!" I was all fun, all sun...

And when I moved away everything changed. All of a sudden I got married, had a baby, bought a car, became a mother... A MOTHER for crying out loud.

And now I'm back, back to San Diego. Back to Pacific Beach as a matter of fact (there are a lots of babies here, but they are all running around pretending to be 22 years old). I am now the old, married lady and things for me are totally different then they once were.

We'll see if the sequel is as good as the first...