Falling in Love Again

You know how it is – when you fall in love for the first time, you want it to last forever. To a certain extent, you EXPECT it to last a while. After all, you've invested a lot of time, emotions, and commitment to the relationship. Even when times are tough, you somehow find too many reasons to stay instead of leaving and starting over again.

But what happens when your relationship ends? When you realize that your life would be so much better to let everything go and head into another direction?

We found ourselves in a similar situation when we moved to SoCal last week. After breaking up with Berkeley, we started a new relationship with San Diego. Now we're just going to enjoy the honeymoon phase with the hopes that it will last a long time.

There is romance in everything, even the mundane. Nothing is more attractive than waking up to a brand new day knowing that you get to live your life exactly the way it is. Presently, I feel this way. So, here's to new adventures, relationships, and falling in love again.

Finding Home

In two days, I drove almost 600 miles with my toddler to finally get to our new home. My husband drove behind us, lugging some huge-ass Uhaul and all that remains of our precious earthly belongings.

We're starting over. Again.

It's not that we were planning on relocating less than four years after we had then relocated from Europe. When we moved to Northern California, hubby and I thought that this was it. We were in a good place, had excellent paying jobs, and we had already selected the school where we knew we wanted our future offspring to attend. Everything was perfect, until it wasn't.

Our decision made itself for us. Sure, we initiated it, and then prayed like hell that something would land… Once that happened, everything else fell into place, just like a gentle rain falling on seedlings that have been given a chance for new growth.

I'm excited. This time, it feels right – I dare say even more right than it felt almost 4 years prior. So, here's to hope (that stubborn thing that I never can seem to shake); here's to new beginnings and the fruition of old dreams, and here's to finally, finally, finally finding home.

Bubbles in Berkeley

For the child in all of us.

We spent hours entertaining our toddler child and niece by blowing bubbles. The most beautiful part was seeing the pure joy on their faces, and hearing their innocent, highly contagious giggles.

The best part was when those bubbles would float to random adults in the area. Just seeing how each person burst into smiles or even laughter was so heartening.

We might try to suppress our inner child, but that little one is always ready to make a reappearance. Why fight it?

Decadence Overload

Okay, so I've already established that I'm a foodie, and life in the San Francisco Bay Area has been very good to me. Now that I'm relocating to nearly South of the Border in San Diego in just a few days, I've taken it upon myself to bid farewell to my favorite restaurants.

My waistline will hate me for this, and I'm sure that I'll be hitting play on BOD more frequently than ever, but for now, I indulge. Yesterday was Italian; tomorrow is sushi. I ate one of my favorite subs with the ever-famous "dirty sauce" today…

Actually, if I re-read my own blog entry months down the road and I ask myself why I can't get rid of the last stubborn 10 (*ahem* 15) pounds, I will look to this past month and know EXACTLY why.

Crap, I think I need an intervention.

My “Write” of Passage

So, it's official: I need to use computer/reading glasses. I've had 20/20 vision my entire life, and the strangest thing is that I still do. (I know, dear readers – mind blown).  

It's just that I spend so much time either reading or working in front of a screen, I've developed dry eye and eye strain. The solution? Reading glasses. I'm actually pretty excited about it, which shows how spoiled I've been not needing corrective lenses. 

I also had to special order my prescription, which is .75+ on both sides. It seems as though over the counter prescriptions only go as low as 1.25. Oh well. I just attribute this need to reading and writing so much, so I'll lovingly call this new phase my Write of Passage. (Wink, wink)

Eggplant, the Talentless Diva of Vegetables 

So, I'm watching one of my favorite mellow cooking shows, which is America's Test Kitchen. It's perfect to watch with my hubby while our little one takes a nap. While we're watching, the hosts whip out a 1.5 pound eggplant and talk about what to do to make eggplant actually useful in a dish. Because I love to cook, I started thinking about how many dishes that incorporate eggplant, and how every single one of them is insanely time-intensive. 

Every. Single. One. 

(For whatever reason, the eggplant is on my list today, so just bear with me as I get my rant about this out of my system.) Eggplant is nothing without the aid of delicious condiments. You don't just add a "dash" of something – you need a whole army of things to sacrifice everything to bring flavor to this greedy, spongy vegetable. It just takes and takes. 

To make matters worse, it has to be be pampered and maintained. Don't let it bruise… the skin might be too tough for the dish, so you may have to peel it… make sure to salt slices to draw water from them… be careful not to let it oxidize… Don't do this, or it won't do that… wow. 

At the end of it all, thanks to patience, luck, tears, and small miracles, you usually end up with a dish where the talentless Diva is polished and perfect… and becomes the star of the meal. Go figure. 😏

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