I worked a full day at school and then scooted over to the airport to fly out at 5pm. I think we were a few minutes late but quite honesty I already can't remember. Once on the plane the pilot told us it was a two hour flight and would get in around 6:15. I'm almost embarrassed to admit how long it took me to figure out that there was a time zone change. (I have flown ALB-SD over 15 times in 3 years) Once in Chicago I hoarded as many of Potbelly's dreambars as I felt I could without seeming incredibly desperate and hung out with a fellow flyer and played family feud.
The flight was fairly uneventful as I spent most of my time trying to complete the Sudoku puzzles in the magazine. Once I landed Taylor and I headed straight to the country bar where we like to line dance. Another former y-staffer joined us and we hung out and caught up. We did a few line dances, but by then I was on my 21st/22nd hour awake and I definitely struggled to follow ANY steps.
|it kind of looks just like a bunch of people standing around, but it was line dancing!|
Here is the exchange between us prior to my visit:
I turn up to the house he had been living since 2006. I noticed that none of the cars were around but I was hopeful he was home and maybe had new cars. For the first time ever, I rang the doorbell. Normally I just walk in. I waited for a minute or so before an unfamiliar woman opened the door. I awkwardly asked if Serge was home but it turns out, he had moved and failed to mention it. I apologized a bunch for intruding and left quickly! Lesson learned to confirm an address after being away for a few years. I did eventually meet up with Sergio at his new apartment/house. I spent the rest of my day in OB walking through my old neighborhood, enjoying my favorite acai bowl, and doing a little antique shopping.
|found this gem at the antique shop and HAD to have it.|
Once Taylor got out of work we packed and relaxed before heading up to Indio, Ca to knock off one of my long standing bucket list items: Attend a multi-day music festival.
While I love love love San Diego and LOVED my time here. I feel confident that I've made the right decision by moving away. I loving having it be an option to come visit, but since it is such a transient city, only a handful of my friends remain in the area. Life moves on. But hot damn, how lucky am I to have this as my second home.