November 1, 2020
by gwendolyn
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Halloween, 2020

After months of feeling pretty isolated, our second ‘holiday’ hit along with higher COVID-19 numbers. To say that everyone is tired of this pandemic mess is an understatement. For middle ground people like us, we weren’t sure what to do. So much talk of Halloween being canceled, some folks being flippant, others being very cautious; it’s difficult to know where the line is to walk for sanity and safety.

Luckily, the one family that we know here invited us over and we, very thankfully, accepted. Since we arrived we have slowly been getting to know Gil’s high school friend and his family, it’s been a respite that I desperately needed. They are a very welcoming and authentic family that comes with a young boy, a year younger than Cecito. The kids are figuring out how to be friends and even though they live a bit of a distance from us, we are managing get-togethers about once a month. They are the only people we occasionally hang out with, in our new city.

Security is not something that comes with a pandemic and even less when you leave a place and people you love dearly. Social media is truly a reminder of all the things you’re missing, but also one of the ways people rely on for communication; total double-edged sword kinda thing.

Even though, we were able to have a good time for Halloween. I’m sure others were feeling the strain, because of COVID-19. I know we are not the only ones I just wanted to share honestly with all of you.

Ok, onto Halloween … somehow we have the good fortune of our kids being a-ok with choosing costumes from their dress-up box—yes! One wanted to be Elsa and the other a butterfly. I agreed to get spray hair dye and it was a done deal. Little did I remember the mess that stuff makes! The blue hair and blue-winged butterfly made our apartment look like a smurf visited. I like to think that the clean up was worth the thrill of the first spray on his head.

I dressed as Rosie the Riveter since most of our things are sitting in storage boxes in San Diego. The last-minute dive into my closet was a success in my book. I was pleased to be dressing up with kids; it’s something I find great joy in and have lots of fun with.

For the event we drove to our destination, shared a meal with our friends, then headed out to get the loot! My kids were beyond themselves with excitement. Adorned with masks and pumpkin candy baskets my kiddos took flight, on foot. So much elation they could barely say words, mostly all that we could make out was shrill laughs of excitement.

There were tables at the end of driveways with candy bags, bowls at the end of walkways with reminder signs to share the wealth with all, long shoots to catch candy at the end, long rods with pinchers at the end to drop candy in a candy bin and so much more! We all had such a great time, I absolutely adored seeing the kids run around having fun.

The neighborhood we were in was new to us since Gil’s friends moved in last week. It’s even farther out in the suburbs than they were before, but we were in luck because that meant beer coolers and jello shots for parents. I was surprised and felt welcome, as did the other parent with me. She commented on how she thinks she’s going to really like this new neighborhood.

By the time full darkness hit the streets my kids were ready to go back to the house. They are afraid of the dark and without the mobs of people we were used to in North Park and their regular 15 kid trick-or-treating posse they called it a night when they realized it was full nighttime. This was good because I had overflowing pockets of candy from pumpkin baskets filled to the max.

We enjoyed the evening, but we were missing Dada; he had to work. His surprise was a hot to-go meal from his friend, who made it right before we hit the road to go home. Seriously, a super cool dude.

Disappointedly Gil missed the whole endeavor, but he was there for the 1:30 am puking session that Cecito came running into our room to announce. Guess Momma didn’t pay enough attention to how much candy he ate while we were going through his haul.

Don’t worry too much though, my little man was up bouncing around this morning, asking for candy after breakfast. Lessons are so hard to learn the first time around.

October 5, 2020
by gwendolyn

Tower of The Americas

The first time we ventured out in our new city it was July 4th. We were all very excited, but it still felt strange, as everything has been during the pandemic. COVID-19 has turned our lives upside down. While we are abiding by the rules, we are also slowly getting out to adventure in this vast new city of ours.

We are living downtown in an area called Lavaca; it’s urban, seems super hip and our apartment building is right across the street from the iconic Tower of The Americas. You can see it driving around the downtown area and most places we walk or bike to; since we live right next to it, we use it as a landmark to get around town. At first, it reminded me of Seattle’s Space Needle, but since living this close it ties back to my memories of the Twin Towers when they were standing tall in Manhattan.

There is a sense of pride in Texas history, I’ve heard about it my whole life (as I would think most people have). While I was reading the history boards displayed at the observations level of the tower I got a little taste of why that pride is so long-lasting. Reading those was something that I found to be enlightening and it brightened my mood on our relocation. So, just in that, it was a successful day.

We all really enjoyed getting out, too.

July 20, 2020
by gwendolyn
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All The Feels

In my last post, I wrote about our drive to move to Texas. For this post, I am writing about how I was feeling when we were packing up and leaving our hometown of 17 years. It hasn’t been easy to write; hopefully, you enjoy reading it.

The beginning of our packing started months before our departure. It was frustrating, but also liberating. Getting our condo in order to show how great it was after we had been there for 12 years was something to be proud of, and we were. It was almost like going back in time to when we moved in, but better. You can see the photos here. Even the kids were happy, Cecito ran around shouting, “ This is awesome! Can we keep it like this forever?”

Then came the real work, packing up a truck with all the rest of our stuff. Giving away (almost all) of our beloved plants, and saying goodbye to all of our friends. It was a whirlwind.

During our last two weeks, I tried to pack in as many individual goodbyes as I could. That was exhausting but, also, very worthwhile.

I had a few goodbye gatherings and that took me back to the original feeling of bittersweet. Our plan to move was a good one, but it was still hard to lose the life we had cultivated. However, with COVID-19 we already had to do without so many things that I had resolved myself to think we were better off just to get out of town. Since we weren’t able to do anything, anyway…why not get this adventure started?

When I finally got to see friends it did feel amazing, but it was also very strange and different. Plus, when we were in the final stages of escrow San Diego started opening up, this brought on confusion; it elevated my level of loss in the blink of an eye. I went from the dullness of isolation to full-on heartbreak.

All the craziness and big feelings were shoved into a two-week smorgasbord of attempting to, at the very least, get in a distant goodbye wave to all those lovely faces we came to adore. Well, as many as we could fit into two weeks at separate times since we were trying to social distance accordingly. The scheduling of all of it was the exhausting part, seeing everyone was the sweet part and saying ‘goodbye’ or ‘so long, for now’ was the sad part. If I’m being completely forthcoming, just seeing people walk up our driveway for the last of the lasts was when the tears began. But we survived.

In the end, there were a few exceptions made, so we got a few lovely hugs in; and of course, more tears. Most of the time I felt like I was vibrating and I also felt a bit vacant, like all my proper emotions took a vacation leaving me to feel lost. Lost in the chaos.

I mean, there is no handbook to moving during a pandemic. Managing what people were comfortable with, their schedules, the super short time they had to respond to me and fitting it between our packing was more than I originally bargained for.

However, we did it! Somehow we managed to see most of the people we are closest to, some we have known for almost two decades. No matter how it all went down or how difficult it was, the feeling we were left with was gratitude. The outpouring of love was astounding. As if I didn’t love this bunch of people enough, already; now I’m ever indebted to them, in a good way.

As an example, the day before we left I texted folks in the morning for a last-minute quick goodbye and there were multiple people in our driveway or driving by the entire three hours. That text went out around 8am and they all showed up that afternoon — talk about coming through for a win! Our friends are amazing, certainly giving me all the warm fuzzies.

Then came the day for us to leave. One of my closest friends, Laura, came over with her kiddos to help wrangle our kids while we finished packing the truck and cleaning the condo — such a life-saver! With her and her kids there, my kids had people they loved there for them on a rather tough day for all of us. I cannot describe what a treasure that is. Along with our incredible neighbor, Patrick, who cleaned a majority of our home for the new owner. There is no amount of thanks that I could offer him to equal the gift he gave us that day. Because if it weren’t for him we would have been leaving the next day, scrambling to figure out where we would be sleeping.

Lastly, came the time for us to depart. Oh the tears, it was so hard for me that I could feel my chest tighten and my eyes felt small from trying to hold back tears. As we were getting into the car our super sweet great-grandmother neighbor with her visiting daughter (whom we have also gotten to know over the years) sat outside on her porch to wave goodbye on our way out; along with Laura, her kids and Patrick on the other side of the road waving. It was so special, a moment in time, and so very hard. I was a little shaky. (Even now, while I’m proofreading this I can see all of them, in my mind — I tear up and my heart feels bigger.)

As I drove down our street, for the last time of it being ‘our street’, I felt like I was leaving my heart behind. All those memories: friends, jobs, neighborhoods, adopting Domingo (my first pet), our wedding, bringing our kids home from the hospital, the kids starting school, even Gil selling his 1962 Impala. It felt like we were also saying goodbye to all of those precious memories. I have only had this feeling once before; when going back to my childhood home for the first time, seeing it from a distance, only to stare and cry that deep cry you feel when you have to let it all out.

As I drove west on the 8 my inner voice kept repeating ‘remember this,’ solidify these mountains you are seeing in your mind, remember this amazing home, this life…it was tremendous.

It was also the start of me becoming numb. I think this was self-preservation. It was first noticeable when we moved into the apartment, but the most interesting part was that I could backdate it to when it happened. So, I guess I was paying attention, but not letting myself realize it. Most likely because there was so much to do that I had to just do and not feel. My hunch is that this is normal and what a lot of people do with loss.

Now we are a few weeks into being here and I’m managing. Change is inevitable and eventually good; however, I don’t recommend moving during a pandemic. There isn’t much that makes sense during a pandemic.

Even though, we are together as a family, and hopeful.

July 4, 2020
by gwendolyn

The Move (Relocation 6 of 6)

My dear blog friends, we have officially moved to San Antonio, TX. As we traveled here from San Diego I had a multitude of emotions happening. So many that I am going to write a separate post about that after this. Hang tight and enjoy this one, for the time being.

We got the moving truck on depart on Friday, June 19th. That afternoon we began packing up the truck. This continued until the next day. Our initial plan was to leave at 2pm (3pm, being the latest). Welp, I departed at 6:30pm with the kids in our car; while Gil headed out at 7:30pm with the moving truck.

One last family photo with our first home.
Our journey East begins on the 8 (El Cajon by Lake Jennings).
Jacumba Mountains: still in California,but we are on I-10 and we will stay here until our final destination.

A shocking realization for us. However, we were not upset in the least, just very tired. Our day ended just after 1am when we arrived in Tucson, AZ. Surprisingly, I was ok up until 10:30pm. Then the last 10 minutes were some of the absolute toughest.

The next morning (June 21st) we got up and on the road at 10:30am. That night we stopped in El Paso, TX. Making it to our new home state, yet still having a 7.5 hour drive to reach our final destination.

LL starting the day off with Daddy in the truck!
Leaving Tucson…Benson, AZ just after Saguaro Natural Park.
Texas Canyon Rest Area in Arizona. Outside of Coronado National Forest, a little after Benson.
Texas state line.

That evening and the next night we enjoyed delicious dinners with Gil’s high school friends. The idea was to recoup for the long driving day by enjoying time with friends and showing the kids where Gil grew up, but you know…best laid plans and all. Still, it was really great to stop and reconnect with old friends.

Leaving El Paso: Ft. Hancock at 10:30AM.
Sun peeking through in Ft. Stockton, TX.
Green and lush in Junction, TX at 2PM. About 2 hours from San Antonio.
Downtown San Antonio, still on the 10. We made it!

Our last driving day was June 23rd. We arose at 5:30am to ensure an on-time arrival in San Antonio. The plan was to sign our lease so we could get into our new apartment. All went according to plan with a little help from numerous phone calls on the road and a couple of concessions from the rental company. That part was a little stressful, but since it ended up fine, all is well.

Now we are unloaded from the truck, living out of boxes. My guess is it will take about a week to settle in. Then after the July 4th holiday I will focus on school for the kids. We will have about a month remaining of summer after that.

We officially became Texas residents on a June 23rd. It was a hard move, but we did it! It had been 12 years since we moved all of our belongings and the first time we moved more than just our own stuff. I have to say, I think the addition of the dog and two kids was the part that put us a teeny bit over the edge OR maybe the whole ‘moving across the country’ part.

June 23, 2020
by gwendolyn
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Going to Market!

As you all know we are moving – eek! A part of that process is selling our home. For us, it’s been a whirlwind.

We definitely put our best foot forward and are happy with the results. Over the last year Gil has put a lot of work into completing all the little things that always seem to get put on the back burner. This included painting all the walls and packing up two Uhaul boxes of our belongings.

Once we listed it only took 26 hours to get a great offer. It felt amazing, but also too good to be true. I mean, do we really accept an offer that comes so quickly or wait for a possible bidding war?

In the end, we accepted the first and only offer after 10 showings in three days. We figured after all of that, an a over list offer with typical contingencies was something we shouldn’t pass up.

The showings had started to become a hassle. Having to be out of our home each time, sanitize once we returned with hardly any options for spaces we could occupy because of Covid-19, while we were not allowed in our home. Plus, Gil had to work, so we all had to leave in our one car together, then he needed to work in the car. Not terrible, but it did start to feel cumbersome.

We are not regretting that decision either. Escrow has been simple, without surprises. Here is our listing so you can see all of our hard work. Below you can see the photos from our realtor.

March 31, 2020
by gwendolyn
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Tour de Friendshouses

If you are an avid reader of this blog (of course, you are!) you know that our family has a big impending move ahead of us. It’s scary, exciting and now (kinda) on hold. I will update you more on the move in a future post, but for now, I want to talk about the day I had yesterday.

Everyone in our house is relieved to be on Spring Break. We were drowning in homeschooling, quarantine, worry about our relocation and meltdowns. Now we are figuring out how to relax cooped up together, it’s an adjustment that I am beginning to appreciate without the pressure of learning looming over us.

I even did 3 different exercise videos that added up to 50 minutes! This helped me breathe a bit better, think more clearly, feel stronger and dare I say — healthier.

The kids and I had planned to go on a bike ride together, but when it came time to venture out only Cecito was still interested. We made it around our block and he insisted that was enough…four-and-a-half minutes was all the boy could take. (insert eye roll here)

So, Gil suggested I go back out on my own and I did. It was great, I could go anywhere I wanted, at whatever speed and listen to tunes. Without a plan I decided to ride to a friend’s house, then another, and another…until I had been all over North Park and passed by seven different houses that my friends live in.

I didn’t actually talk to any of them or even see them, but internally I said a little ‘hello’ as I was passing by. Felt like an ideal daydream kinda ride in the middle of this quarantine. It only lasted 32 minutes, but I got 3.75 miles in and it felt like I was out of the house for a lot longer.

To all my friends who missed me swinging by yesterday, big virtual hugs to you: Megan, An, Christina, Kristin, Fabia, Layla, and Sara.

Have any of you done these weird or silly things to stay sane? Just me…

March 11, 2020
by gwendolyn

Our Choice (Relocation 5 of 6)

As tough as it was to decide we were going to leave San Diego it was even harder to decide between San Antonio and St. Pete. It’s the kind of thing that feels impossible, but we did it. This last weekend Gil and I sat down on Friday night after the kids went to bed and dissected every aspect we have been pondering over the last year. Luckily, we were able to make a decision, but waited out the weekend to be sure we felt good about it; when the dust settled.

I can definitely say that I was torn. Internally rooting for St. Petersburg because that is where my family is (and the beach with a super cool art scene). Being close to our immediate family has been something that I have wanted since becoming a mom.


We are moving to San Antonio.

There it is. The big announcement and boy does it feel big—EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I. SAY. IT.

When I told my parents I was sad that it wasn’t St. Petersburg, my Mom said, “Gwen, you know we want you here, but we tried really hard not to sway your decision in any way. You should know your Dad and I have talked about this and even though we would love to have you here we thought San Antonio was better for your family.”

I definitely got teary-eyed. Even now as I type this, it’s happening.

Still, with all of that, we are both happy with this decision. San Antonio is truly the best place for us to relocate.

There are a few reasons that solidified this. First is geography, being in Texas means we can travel across the continent much easier. Florida is in a corner like San Diego is, flights are much more expensive (not to mention it’s also a destination.).

Next, the housing market is 30% less in San Antonio (Gil made an update to his super-spreadsheet) and the schools seem easier to get into. We found out that, like some areas of San Diego, you are not guaranteed placement into your neighborhood school just because you live there. If it’s full, you get bounced to the nearest option, regardless of the rating. Ouch!

Even with all of this, I was still not 100% sure. I had to take it all the way back to 2003 when I moved to San Diego. I thought if I was that 26-year old girl who just decided to move to California from Philly because it sounded like a cool thing to do because you can snowboard and go to the beach all in the same day…what would that girl do?

That girl would pick the totally new and different city for an adventure; so San Antonio it is. Hands down, when I thought about that I was reassured we had picked the right one.

Plus, now we don’t feel like we are losing California. We can get back there so much easier, we can even drive to see family and friends or fly at a much lower cost. There are many more places I want to see and things I want to do on the west coast. Now I’m certain we will get to see and do those things, as a family.

Big decisions with whole hearts. Our family began in SD and will continue in SA!

March 9, 2020
by gwendolyn

Visiting St. Petersburg (Relocation 4 of 6)

At the end of February Gil and I ventured out on another recon mission for our pending relocation, this time all the way to St. Petersburg, Florida! It was a super quick trip, because we lose so much time traveling, but we made it work. We got to hang out in downtown St. Pete, see my family and high school friend, check out neighborhoods and houses all around the area and I got to see the beach!

For this visit time we had Gil’s mom come from Colorado to watch the kids for us. Our friends who watched them last time had already moved to Japan, which is a whole other story of combined sad + excited all at once. We were gone for less time, and I got an entire day without Gil to wrap up our mission.

My folks picked us up from the airport, took us to dinner and dropped us off at my cousin’s house so we could borrow his truck for the weekend. Graciously they had offered for us to stay with them AND borrow their truck, but as luck would have it my cousin’s wife came down with the flu 4 days before we arrived. So we booked a hotel. In the end it worked out, because we stayed in downtown St. Pete and got to see more of the area and experience the nightlife.

However, there was this huge festival called Localtopia where all the local food trucks, artisans, and musicians gather. Normally that would be incredible for us to stumble upon, but not this time. It made the hotel selection scarce with highly inflated prices. Of course, we had no idea about this festival; when we discovered it Gil was shocked, because he specifically searched to avoid this exact thing. I guess you can’t find everything on the internet as easily as we think!

Also, it was freakishly cold for Florida weather. I was so ill-prepared that we didn’t go out on Friday night, as planned, because a jean jacket does not cut it in low 40º weather. Instead we went over what open houses we would hit the next day and planned our attack route to make it to as many houses and neighborhoods as possible. Our dinner with my folks was delightful, I was very grateful they made the 2 hour drive down to see us and to have the use of my cousin’s truck.

We were eager to discover St. Petersburg, so we got an early start and headed to the tourist area. There was a farmers market with music that we later learned happens every Saturday. Drove by The Dalí Museum and saw the bay across from Tampa. It was incredible to see how much the area has changed from my childhood visits to see my grandparents.

Then we started the long day of seeing about 9 open houses. By the end of it we were beat and ready to enjoy a fun evening exploring the downtown. Which was so awesome! The food was amazing and the beer was delicious. The people were friendly and inviting and very helpful to give us hints and talk about the area with us. We hit up several breweries and a late night burrito place and had a great time.

This was the brutal day. Gil had to leave on one of the first flights out for the day to get back in time so his mom could fly back to Colorado, so we were up before 5am and I was back in the hotel bed before the sun came up. Luckily, I was eventually able to fall back asleep because I was incredibly tired.

Once I got up, for the second time I got ready, checked out and headed to St. Pete Beach. It was super cute and reminded me of Huntington Beach in Orange County. Then I went to a few open houses and met up with an old high school friend who showed me around some of the more suburban areas of the peninsula. It was great to see her since we figured it had been 25 years and basically neither one of us had changed, which felt really comforting.

Eventually, I made it back to my cousin’s to return his truck and hang out for a quick minute before heading to the airport. I enjoyed being able to chat with them a bit before leaving, we even looked up our grandparents old house in St. Pete; something I had been searching for and couldn’t quite pin down where it was.

In the end, I really enjoyed being there. It still felt familiar, even though everything has changed. Sunday was the best weather day so that was another bonus to make it to the beach, but a bummer for Gil. Florida really does have beautiful beaches, fun urban life and lots of outdoor activities with plenty of culture to offer. Plus, I never thought I would say this, but I appreciated the slow pace that was going on there. It’s a good reminder to take a breath, look around and appreciate what’s around you.

Up next, The Big Decision…

March 8, 2020
by gwendolyn
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Visiting San Antonio (Relocation 3 of 6)

We visited San Antonio back in November, the day after Gil’s birthday (so it was a bit of a celebration along side of exploration) and it was lovely. Our hotel was by the famous Riverwalk, we had superb dinners and enjoyed breakfast each morning in the hotel restaurant. All in all it was a wonderful extended weekend away. The kind parents of small children really need, but rarely get, especially those without family nearby to help out.

Which is why we were incredibly lucky to have our kids stay with some amazing friends for 4 whole nights — by far the longest we have ever been away from them and they did great! In fact they didn’t seem all the jazzed that we returned. My guess is that Miss Shaira was just too good, which I not-so-secretly adore.

We started our venture by flying into Austin, Texas so that we could check out the suburbs around there. First, we drove south to check out Buda, Kyle and San Marcos. After hitting up any Chamber of Commerce or visitor center we could find we started exploring the towns or neighborhoods to get a feel of the area. It was quick, but insightful after all the months we spent researching and looking at houses online.

Then we made our way to San Antonio, and checked into our hotel. After getting settled in we ventured to the Riverwalk and I was amazed at how different it felt from what I was anticipating. What I keep say to people is that I don’t mean for this to come off as rude, but it wasn’t so Texas in your face, if you know what I mean. It felt laid back, Euro-ish at the Riverwalk, and historical.

I was pleasantly surprised and happy.

However, it was a wee bit cold in the mid-40’s. I needed a light winter coat, scarf, hat and gloves to feel comfortable walking around. We were prepared, so it didn’t bother me at all. What I didn’t like was how dry it felt. Contrary to popular opinion I was hoping for a bit more humidity than we get in San Diego.

On Saturday we reserved the whole day to look at open houses to see if we could find some neighborhoods that we liked. At first we weren’t seeing anything that we liked or any neighborhoods that we could envision ourselves living in, then we came upon the house we still call “the estate house” and everything changed. After that we checked out the area that is very popular and pricey; we found it felt very comfortable, but was obviously out of our price range. Then, at the last minute, Gil found a 100 year old house that looked promising. Boy did it deliver on what we were looking for, but not so much with the neighborhood. So, we decided to drive around the area to see if there were other hidden jewel houses in a neighborhood close by that we would want to live in. After a bit of driving around decided to call it a day and find a snack.

We found a super cute coffee house and began the discussion of all things Texas. All the while the coffee house was setting up a dinner for that evening of farm to table delights, which made me feel very at home. It’s just the kind of place you would find in our current neighborhood of North Park.

This was the second time that felt momentous, for me, during our relocation journey. Plus, we both agreed the best house we toured that day was “the estate house.” For me, it felt like that last house and the estate house saved San Antonio for us. In fact, I still think about that estate house and can picture us living there.

Later that night, we went to dinner downtown with Gil’s high school friend and his fiancée. It was so nice to be with people that had a connection to Gil. We learned a lot about San Antonio from them and toured the Riverwalk even more after dinner seeing the fun nightlife.

The next day, we hit the road back to Austin to see the northern suburbs. These ended up being much better than the southern ones for us, with Cedar Park being in the lead.

It was a whirlwind of a trip that ended with a fabulous dinner we shared with Gil’s cousins. They are always a great time and people that I wish we could be with more often. Plus, they gave us the low down on all things Austin!

We came home feeling good and ready to discuss all we learned about the Austin suburbs and San Antonio, Texas.

Up next, visiting St. Petersburg…

February 11, 2020
by gwendolyn
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More Birthday 2020

Of course you didn’t think that the only thing I did to celebrate my birthday was go to Oceanside. Ha! I had a pretty cool week where I got phone calls, texts, presents and lots of food and drink.

If you didn’t know, this year I turned 44. While I realize what all of that entails I still don’t feel like I should be mid-40’s, or middle aged, or whatever else comes to mind. It’s just a number, I do know that, but since turning 40 it seems to be a thing and I really wish I could stop thinking about it.

More and more I’m noticing my physical age and it kinda drives me nuts, but what am I gonna do about it? In all honestly I don’t even consider things like botox. Even though I have had it come up in friend circles a few times and they claim it’s so worth it. I just can’t bring myself to consider it, so I figure I’ve begun to settle into getting a little bit older, gracefully. Now I need to manage all the inner dialogue and thoughts that creep in when I’m not paying attention, I figure it’s a work in progress. I can’t be the only one who feels like this, right

Well, anyway, after Oceanside my actual birthday happened on a Wednesday. That day we had food delivered to our home for dinner, and Gil brought home a cute cake from our local Mexican grocery store, Pancho Villa. Everything was ‘super yum’ (and just the right size so we didn’t have to eat it for 5 days straight), I was thankful I didn’t need to cook or clean up. My sweet family sang “Happy Birthday” and I felt appreciated and loved. It was a relaxing evening, exactly what a mom of little ones is looking for on a Wednesday night.

The next night I hosted my monthly ladies hangout that happens every 4th Thursday of the month and it was a BLAST! We ventured to Ocean Beach to enjoy dinner at OB Surf Lodge and a cover band at The Holding Company – it was like I was 23 again and I had SO MUCH FUN! Plus, I enjoyed my first birthday cake shot, which I quickly found out tastes just as delicious as vanilla cake and has been around for many years, only I don’t typically do shots anymore, so I just found out about it in 2020. Go figure and GO ME!

There were a few other meet ups with friends: The Kensington Club and Clem’s Tap House in Kensington, Riki Sushi in North Park, The Rose in South Park. All were low key and were just the right thing for catching up with great friends. The theme of fun and connection was flowing all the way through this years celebrations. Which might be why I didn’t take many photos. I’m missing shots of so many people who made it out to hang with me, just know it was all very special even without being able to share photos.

Since this is my final birthday before we relocate I really wanted it to feel worthwhile and it was. Every time I met up with a friend I felt this wonderful sense of purpose and appreciation. It was fulfilling and a great achievement for me to feel content at such a highly anticipated time of year. Maybe I really am growing up…but still not enough to be middle aged, mind you.