It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.

- Garden State

I miss my family. I miss home. I miss my friends who used to be like family. It’s strange to feel homeless in the midst of your own life. What’s home? Who’s family? Too much reflecting for this holiday season.

Hug your families this weekend. Tell your friends you love them. Don’t take either for granted because everything can change in an instant.

An open note to our wedding party

Dear wedding party,

Thank you for your love and support on our wedding day! You guys were the best. Well, 2nd best. These people may be the best wedding party EVER. There were no Nsync, madonna, or thriller dances at our wedding (Although George did do the running man for us!)

Love always,
ev

Secret

Ok, I'll share a secret with everyone...

I secretly (or maybe not so secretly) hope that Jason will bring home a puppy for my birthday.

There. It's out there. For those of you who agree...help me out! :D

You know it. You tell the story. You tell the whole damn world this is Bear territory!!

Great weekend out in DC. Much needed break from a very harried work week. Hubby wasn’t able to come because of scheduling. But got to see J and A get married! (yay, mini-me!) and spend some good QUALITY time with A and C. Some bits and bites.

Humidity. Heat. Driving all over the place. CP to Baltimore to VA to CP to la la land. Getting lost. Cursing the GPS lady. Getting called by an usher to help with wedding related duties. You’re eating that like a drumstick! Dancing to the songs of our generation, not theirs. Old friends reconnecting. Babies getting big. I don’t wanna miss a thing. Stamp student union at 1:30am. Silly movies. Time with old friends that know you better than you know yourself. Reminiscing. "State of the art" technology at the wildlife refuge. Why don’t you wear shorts? 35 pounds of crab?! Ankle socks are hot. Laughing at the people we used to be so many years ago. I hate boys; they’re stupid. Rita’s gelati. Good wine. The lush contest. Prattling on and on and on. Staying up until 4am multiple nights in a row. Seeing A's new world. Seeing C's world. Slightly wishing it were my world too.

And then the longest journey back to California EVER. Cancelled flights, delays, delays, delays, delays, gate changes across the airport to a different terminal, no plane, no crew, crew but no plane, plane but no crew, mechanical problems. 16 hours later, I landed in SFO instead of Oakland or San Jose.

But, I’m home and so very satisfied and refreshed. Now onward to another CRAZY overtime working week!
Thank you, dear, wonderful, old friends.