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A heat wave in san diego county is not the same as the heat of my childhood. Here you can fix it with an iced coffee, a dip in the icy ocean, or a fan (A fan! Not air conditioning. Just a fan. Blows my mind.) Labor day here feels like a celebration of summer just beginning to me. It is a weekend where we spend all day Saturday spring cleaning, Sunday with friends seeding pomegranates we picked from a neighboring tree, and Monday eating French food al fresco and then swimming, laying, reading.

We have been comparing the water temperature here with the temperature we grew up with. The warmest this ocean gets here in summer is how cold our Atlantic gets in the early springtime - when no one swims in it unless they are feeling particularly frisky, or have been dared.

And here, when we have made it past the white water and are up to our shoulders, when our bones are starting to feel numb and we are done asking each other if it was this cold the last time, we look back to land and there are trains, houses, roads, and cliffs where we used to see nothing but dunes. I like that we moved from one ocean to another. There are a lot of things to compare and wrap our minds around. I keep wondering when I’m old which one will feel like home. 

One of our favorite things to do is ride around our neighborhood with the top down and look at houses. We love our little apartment but we are always dreaming and looking. I always did that with my family growing up. Three girls in the backseat riding and reading and looking out windows. Every block has a different feeling…yesterday we saw a little girl riding her bike down the street with her feet up on the handlebars. I thought she was the coolest. For a minute I remembered what it was like to spend every moment practicing those sorts of things outside until dinnertime.

Today we bought plane tickets to North Carolina for Christmas! Seems so far away but it won’t be long before we are there, baking and visiting. 

This weekend we are going to see two friends, bandmates, perform a backyard concert. Instructions are to bring blankets and food and drinks. I’m excited for it. 

jeff took these photos and i love them (giraffes!!). if we ever move from california i think we will miss the zoo the most. 

june already.

How quickly life changes on us. 

I got a job. I didn’t do much to get it, actually. It was one of those things that happens to you and you didn’t have anything to do with it at all. But I work now. I handle the administrative needs of a small nonprofit organization that does great things for underprivileged children. I never thought I would enjoy administrative work until it fell into my lap and I felt I would have been stupid not to take it.* I am busy but not overworked. Although I work enough that the weekends have morphed into this glorious two day period where everything seems amazing and is filled with caramel apple pancakes and zoo animals and catching up on doing things around the house.

Just realized it’s almost March. Happy Easter season! More photos soon.

 *Especially with this perfect, massive St Bernard as a coworker.