When I moved away from San Diego a million years ago (sadly it actually was a million years ago), I never thought I’d be back. I essentially grew up in the La Mesa area and considered it to be “the burbs.” I yearned for a big city experience. A place that had actual seasons, and somewhere that was truly different from where I had grown up. Moving to Chicago definitely fulfilled that criteria. And for many years I truly didn’t miss San Diego that much aside from the people aspect. Now that we’ve been back and we’ve gotten a chance to explore a little I’m realizing that I’m actually loving being back. For example, today my mom came over and took us out to lunch. She lives maybe 10 minutes away, but our area of town is much more walkable than hers’. So she can park at our house and we can all walk down into the village and try a new place, or visit someplace familiar. Today we tried the La Torta Cafe. It was pretty awesome. We had a carnitas torta that was incredible, a shrimp burrito, and carne asada quesadilla. They were all good, but the carnitas was the best by far. Mexican food is out of control in San Diego. Having lived in Chicago, Raleigh, Seattle, and Portland I can say without a doubt that even the best Mexican food in other cities doesn’t come close to Southern California. I’ve been freaking out on hot carrots since we got back. After we did lunch we walked across the street to show Melissa the first house I ever lived in. SO WEIRD! Then we went back to my house and my mom began phase one of her Christmas present to me- ironing my clothes. I know that sounds somewhat lame that I’d have her iron my clothes, but just for the record she actually sort of enjoys ironing. I put in Old School for her to watch and she tore through nearly half of my button down shirts like a machine. It’s a foreign concept entirely to me, but my clothes definitely need it after being boxed up and moved. We cheaped out on wardrobe boxes this time around. Of course even if we had bought wardrobe boxes my clothes weren’t exactly ironed up to begin with. Anyways I should probably get back to work now.
- Josh
The photo above is of the first house I ever lived in. To say moving back to a city that you’ve been away a total of one million years from, to live in a house that is a mere five minute’s walk from the first house you ever lived in is surreal to say the least.
This house reminds me very much of the Illinois state flag. Is this more surreal prophetic imagery anchoring me back to my new roots? Maybe I’m getting too deep.
Back to Casa de Continuum.
My mom and her Rowenta Focus iron. I have a Rowenta myself, but apparently not as nice as my mom’s iron. I can’t believe I am blogging about irons.
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Love these pictures. There is nothing weird blogging about iron or food. Gotta be spicy food tho.