Perspective

From time to time I think about the day when I'll get to leave San Diego. It's been home for six years, and every now and then I'm just fed up with it. Both my wife and I are ready for a new place to live. We just got back from an awesome honeymoon, so that makes it even worse. Whenver I'm in a new place or on a trip somewhere that's different, I try to picture what it would be like to live there. Walking around in Rome on our trip, we saw plenty of people just doing their daily activities, while we're there in a new world. Same in Greece. Same in Croatia. Same when we go to New York. And here I am walking around downtown San Diego, wishing I was someplace else. When I pass someone carrying a map, or someone getting off the bus who is obviously a traveler of some sort, or when the big red tour bus drives by me, then I think, I'm that person that someone else sees and wonders what living that life would be like, in that beautiful city trapped in the corner of the country between Mexico and the Pacific Ocean.