Out and aboot
It’s starting to creep up on me again–that urge to go back home and visit San Diego. It always seems to happen about this time of year. Of course, I suppose it doesn’t help much that I’m listening to this online music station that’s playing a bunch of ’90s dance music like Corona, Hani, De’Lacy, Livin’ Joy that reminds me of high school and college…
I do plan to visit soon since I haven’t seen my new niece yet, but I really want to save up to visit Mr. Alterhausen in DC so I can see New York. I’ve never been, but it’s somewhere I’ve been dying to go. Everytime I see a movie or TV show set in New York, I feel a pang of desire in my heart for the Big Apple. And I feel that now that I’m 30, I really ought to branch out of my comfort zone and travel more. San Diego is the most exotic locale I’ve traveled to recently, and it’s really not.
I still have the hope on hold of going to Ibiza for a couple weeks one summer. The thought of traveling abroad, contending with the Euro, trying to rassle up those foreign language skills, and dealing with the culture on the continent is a bit scary, but somewhat exciting. I only worry that I’d never come back.
But since they don’t have Brita or Vivarin there, I can’t see myself staying long.
