Just another day in the neighborhood

We've really enjoyed (most of) our time in our current neighborhood.  The people are (pretty) friendly.  There's a pool that's (sometimes) clean.  But most of all there is a tennis court.  And we probably use it more than any other family/individual in our complex.  Almost every single day that we've lived here we've gone down there.  Just a two minute walk out of our front door and there is open space to run and play.  A rare and special thing in our urban area.

Today I brought my camera along.  To document, to capture, to remember.  We really have enjoyed our time here.  I know in a few years I'll hardly be able to picture his chubby legs toddling down the sidewalk, jumping with excitement.  Time to run, time to play, time to just be a kid.

A day at the track

It was an odd choice to start a blog during such a busy period of my life. It's harder to get on the computer and update/edit photos than I thought it would be.  We are just busy.

Busy experiencing life. Soaking up the last few days of grandparents visiting (my husband's parents can actually drive to where we live now) and trying to experience parts of San Diego that we haven't had the opportunity to yet.

And busy packing, we've actually managed to get some work done.  Proof:

On Saturday our little family along with Grandma and Grandpa went to the track.  I'm not the betting/gambling sort but the track in San Diego is world famous.  Del Mar Race Track was a huge escape and pleasure for the Rat Pack back in the day.  Old Hollywood really enjoyed going there and because of that there is still a hint of glamour.  My mother in law and I had such a good time checking out all the girls in their dresses with their hats, dressing in old Hollywood style.  It was fascinating!

Here is a shot I took of the horses finishing up a race.  A lucky man a few rows ahead of us was pretty excited.  I'm so thankful Android phones can finally use the Instagram app.  It's so useful during this season in my life.

We have a few things left to do on our San Diego bucket list.  Time is running out, special moments are passing quickly and everything feels like "the last time" it will happen here.  We are all feeling a bit sentimental.  Only two weekends left!

A hint of wanderlust and a lot of hope

So this whole blog title is a little bit ironic.  My husband and I both have a hint of wanderlust.  We've both traveled some and lived in different places in the U.S. and though we haven't traveled as extensively as we'd like, we really look forward to being able to do that one day.

The thing is while we are ready for roots, we still haven't found that place where we feel so at home that we just have to stay there.  And we are picky.  So picky.  But we're odd (very odd).  We come from different states, with different cities and different suburbs with different cultures and we just haven't quite found that place to call home yet. We've considered moving to a lot of different places.  Some would be moving backwards, some completely new adventures.  We chose a new adventure.

My little family (we have an almost 2 year old) is moving for the 3rd time in less than two years and the condo we've rented up north will be our fourth home together as a married couple.  We just celebrated our 5 year anniversary last week and we are currently in the process of moving 9 hours north of where we live now in Southern California.

We are hopeful. The town we are moving to is absolutely beautiful, picturesque.  It's a good size downtown for a fairly small population, plenty of restaurants, and shops to entertain tourists for a day. The schools are good, there are no gangs (like where we live now!).  I'm excited.  But that doesn't mean I'm not terrified, and I definitely have my reservations.

The one and only time I visited was last November and it was freezing cold. Colder than I remember winters in New Jersey and I was wearing my ski jacket.  Brrrr!  I had to buy a hat and I couldn't find one I loved, (I don't remember needing a hat in November in Jersey) so I bought one with a funny animal on it.  I wore it everywhere. And I got a compliment (I didn't take it off, I was freezing!)  That was when I decided I liked it there.  Even though I was cold to the point of uncomfortable, I felt like there was a chill atmosphere to the town/area and I'm really excited about that.

So we're off, moving in three and a half weeks.  On to a new adventure, a new chapter in our lives.  We really are hoping to feel at home.  And while we look toward and plan the future, we're looking forward to cramming in a few more adventures here in San Diego while we still can.