One of my favorite things about California has been the complete access to outdoor space. I live within 3 blocks of a pretty decent sized park full of stairs for outdoor workouts, tennis courts (as soon as I find a partner
) and plenty of mud puddles for Pax. Also nearby, is a giant area of land owned by the National Park Service. Sometimes, when I'm feeling super charged after work (so, not that often). I take Pax for a run through the Presidio. Usually we head down to Chrissy Field where he can play in the surf until his tail falls off. Typically these kinds of outings end with me waiting for him to drag himself up the hills on the way home. I think he's getting old.
One of my least favorite things about living in California is being so far away from my nephew. He is just the coolest new toy ever (he thinks the same of me). Recently, I
got to spend some quality time with Peter man while his parents were busy moving boxes. Luckily we had some serious tunes (thank you iphone and Pandora!). Plus, his mom brought us Chick-fil-a for lunch. We danced and danced and danced. I'm pretty sure he does think I am a toy. We laughed for a good ten minutes at absolutely nothing. Just the sound of the other one laughing was enough to set us off.
Other than that, I'm just doing my best to stay warm and dry and try to meet some new people. I've definitely got prospects but being friendly all the time is exhausting! I've been to a handful of new places for lunches, brunches, dinners and happy hours. I've spent time with my co-workers after business hours. I've gotten in touch with old friends from camp and college and I have to say, I've been pretty lucky with the big transition out west. "There's just too much to see waiting in front of me. . ."
Next time I'll have to post about some of the bizarre things that come from being an enginerd desperate to break from the cubicle. . .
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