Living at home again with my family is quite different than living abroad. Both are good in many different ways.
On monday, memorial day, we decided to follow the rest of San Diego down to the beach. But instead of lounging in the sand we rented bikes in Coronado, rode to the Imperial Beach pier, had lunch at The Tin Fish, and rode back. After readjusting to home life, family days like these are nice.
As I said, these days are nice. They're comfortable and warm, and I smile often. But as I smile, the angel, the enchantress, the siren named Wanderlust speaks to me. "The road is open to you if you take it underfoot," she seductively whispers, "There is adventure over the next white-capped mountain, in the next silent cove. The world is longing desperately to embrace you on its distant shores and wooded paths. Will you step into it?"
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