I guess you can say I sort of lived in San Francisco. Mike and I bought a house about 30 miles dead east of the city in a town called Tracy. Living here was a short proposition; a little less than 2 years, but I still get nostalgic for this area and try to come back at least once a year. There is lots to see and do here, but this is one of those places that tourist attractions are not on the agenda. Moving to California was probably one of the hardest things I ever did. In fact, it was definitely one of the worst times in my life. But, I met some of the best people I have ever known, and spending a little time with them is truly my top priority.
This week, I am here for work which affords me the opportunity to take a few extra days to enjoy myself. I reconnected with a college roommate whom I haven't been in touch with in nearly 10 years. Who knew you could really pick back up where you left off with someone as if really no time has passed? Tomorrow I will see some former co-workers who I still consider to be some of my closest and dearest friends, even through I don't get to see them very often. There won't be any extravagant restaurants or even a nice hotel - the place I am staying in is more closely aligned to the term motel - but I don't need that to truly love it here. I love coming here to spend time with the people I know, my friends, and that can be done at a Chevy's on a Thursday night at 5:30 pm. Believe me.
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