Scenes from the Street – SF

April 16, 2014 at 5:10 pm (Exploring the city - SF Edition, My life, and how I live it) (, , , , , )

I’ve come to realize that any city can feel like a great city, as long as the day is sunny and warm, be it New York City, San Francisco, or even Cleveland. So whether I love a city or not has little to do with what there is to do, or where there is to eat, and more to do with how many sunny days out of the year there are. So San Diego, you win.

But SF? Today it feels like you have potential.





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March 11, 2014 at 5:31 pm (My life, and how I live it) (, , , )


New York seems farther and farther away, San Diego a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. SF is my new reality.

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I used to live here…

July 19, 2013 at 12:53 am (Life happens whether you like it or not, My life, and how I live it) (, , , )













And now I live in San Francisco. Brrrrr…..

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San Diego: my slice of paradise

June 27, 2013 at 3:10 am (Life happens whether you like it or not) (, , , , )

Looks like after one glorious year in San Diego, we will be leaving this little paradise behind for new adventures.


Yeah, I really do ❤ SD…sigh.

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Old Town, New Realization

February 14, 2013 at 3:26 am (My life, and how I live it) (, , )

The Honey took us out last weekend to Old Town in San Diego. Just hearing the words ‘old’ and ‘town’ together, I knew I was going to love it. I love frontier history, small towns, kitschy touristy stuff, and that is exactly what Old Town is. Even as we were waiting for a parking spot, I could feel my pulse quicken and anxiety kick in. I wanted to get out and explore!

Well, Old Town is everything I pictured it to be and more. The cute shops housed inside history-filled buildings, the bazaar lining the streets, and ohmygoodness, the cafes! All those little coffee shops just begging me to stop in for an espresso! I loved this place!

But at the same time, I was reminded once again how different my life is now. In the past, I would leisurely check out all the shops, buy useless knickknacks and just sit and enjoy a coffee with The Honey. But “leisure,” apparently, is no longer a part of my vocabulary.

I recently discovered that Dragon Boy enjoys being worn, and since he has started to hold his head up pretty well, I strapped him in our baby carrier facing out for the first time on our little day trip.  Though the absence of a stroller in what turned out to be a very un-stroller-friendly area was a huge relief, I realized I wasn’t able to fully enjoy my surroundings. I speed-walked through all the shops, looking but not really seeing, in constant fear that at any moment, my calm little boy would have a melt down and turn into a inconsolable devil.

He never did, and at one point he even fell asleep, but nevertheless I couldn’t fully relax. I didn’t buy anything, not even when we stepped inside Hot Licks which reeked ‘spicy,’ and I didn’t get coffee or stop for a hand-made tortilla. I saw what I came to see and was anxious to get back home to my comfort zone.

What the hell happened to me? And will this anxiety ever go away?

I want to go back there. I want to enjoy a mocha, buy useless key chains, go to an olive oil tasting, and perhaps, even get drunk off of cheap tequila at a non-authentic Mexican restaurant. But now I am a mother, and with that territory comes a realization. I will never NOT be a mother again. And that is one crazy crazy feeling.













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San Diego weather kicks New York weather’s ass

January 24, 2013 at 11:13 pm (My 2 cents on nothing important, My life, and how I live it, Uncategorized) (, , )

With New York looking like this:


I sure am glad I now live here:


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George’s At The Cove

September 25, 2012 at 11:20 pm (My life, and how I live it, Recent Obsessions) (, , , , )

My mother-in-law has been staying with us for the past week as we wait for Dragon Baby to make his big debut into this world. Over the weekend, she took The Honey’s cousin and I out to brunch at George’s at the Cove, kinda like a this-may-be-your-last-meal-out-for-awhile deal. I’ve heard of this restaurant, known for their amazing view over-looking La Jolla Cove, but have yet to try it, thinking the price point may be just as “impressive” as the view.

I was wrong. If you choose to dine in the Ocean Terrace, the menu prices are very reasonably priced, and true to its reputation, the views are unbeatable. The service was also impeccable. We were seated at a table directly in the sun, and when another table opened up, they were really accommodating and gave us the new table. Our original server still came to wait on us, and nobody made a fuss about him having to take over a table in someone else’s section. Also, in my attempt to bring on natural labor, I added so much Tabasco sauce that I needed water constantly. I mean, my water glass needed a refill every 2 minutes, and it was.

I’m definitely looking forward to going back, maybe with a group of girlfriends next time, to sip a cocktail and spend an afternoon in the sun. Or maybe I’ll suggest it as a date night location when The Honey and I are ready to venture out alone again after Baby gets here. Or it could be a place to take out-of-towners we’d like to impress.

In other words, George’s at the Cove has skyrocketed to my favorite restaurant near my new home.

My cousin-in-law and I shared the amazing Cuban sandwich and the equally tasty Blackened Seasonal Fish sandwich.

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Weekend routine

July 8, 2012 at 1:24 am (My life, and how I live it) (, , , , , , )

Packed a picnic lunch of leftover cut up Chateaubriand, sauteed broccoli, corn on the cob, and Greek salad, and headed over to La Jolla shores to enjoy a Saturday of doing nothing.

I realized going to the beach is sorta awkward for me now, not so much that I feel self-conscious about my belly (I wear a bikini but cover my belly with clothes to prevent it from too much sun exposure), but because I simply cannot get comfortable. I can’t read on my stomach, and laying on my back for more than 2 minutes at a time makes me achy, and there is way too much moaning and groaning when attempting to change position/get up.

But is that going to stop me from going to the beach? Absolutely not, because La Jolla Shores is one of the most laid-back and beautiful beaches, and I am forever grateful that we got this opportunity to live so close to it.


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Ode to New York

June 7, 2012 at 12:56 am (Discovering myself by discovering the world, Domesticated Diva in Training, Dragon Baby, My life, and how I live it, Thoughts) (, , , , , , )

After 7 years in New York, I’m leaving.

New York City, what can I say about you. I came here straight out of grad school for my first job, outgoing and open, but innocent and naive. And you changed me.

I hadn’t been here for long when I met my first ‘bad boy,’ and my life took a turn in a direction my parents tried my whole life to steer me clear of. For several years after that, I worked a corporate job by day, and moonlighted as a Club Kid by night. As part of the ‘in crowd,’ I was offered connections to the rich and famous, a never ending flow of alcohol, and access inside a glamorous and alluring world I had never known. I was invited to private parties, offered front row seats at NY Fashion Week, no reservations were needed at any of the hottest restaurants, no velvet rope wouldn’t be unhooked to admit me instantly, and hobnobbing with models and celebrities became the norm. Growing up, how could I have guessed that one day, I would be sitting next to Leo at his private party in his club, or that David would offer to buy me a drink, or that Sienna would be sharing a chair with me at a crowded dining room table after a wrap party. Though I was spiraling out of control, drowning, not knowing which way was up, which down, I was on fire. This is what I had come to New York for, I had thought.

But I was wrong. You can’t live in the fast lane like that without it one day coming to bite you in the ass, and luckily for me, before I made any mistakes that couldn’t be rendered, I met The Honey, and again, my life altered courses.

The Honey was not part of ‘the scene.’ I tried to bring him into that world, but he was a nice boy from the Midwest who had come to the big city to pursue a higher education. He was turned off by the fake glitz and emptiness that follows a so-called spectacular night, and though I resisted (Oh, did I resist!), I left my world farther and farther behind, and slowly, I became what I am today: responsible, healthy, dedicated, someone I hope will set a good example for my soon-to-be born Dragon Baby.

Some people say New York City chews you up and spits you back out, but I don’t feel that way about my time here. I don’t resent that first ‘bad boy,’ nor regret anything that has happened since. He may have opened the door to that darker world to me, but I was the one who giddily took the plunge. Nevertheless, I still excelled at my corporate job, made amazing friends, and had life experiences not everyone can claim they had. In short, I came out of New York a little scarred, but a lot more well-rounded.

After 7 years in New York, I’m leaving.

I remember the first time I did laundry in the basement of my first tiny NYC apartment and saw a dead cockroach flipped on its back. I broke into sobs and wondered why, WHY (?!) did I receive a higher degree just so I can come pay such crazy prices to live in these crappy conditions. Now I understand, cause though there have been so many things about this city that I hated, there are just as many that I love.

I’ll miss my first tiny, tiny studio on the Upper West Side with a kitchen so small I had to chop vegetables on a stool. I’ll miss running out of contact solution in the middle of the night and having instant access to more at the 24/7 CVS across the street. I’ll miss taking the tram to my last home in NYC and watching the sun glisten off the East River from high above. I’ll miss people watching at the coffee shop on the corner of Broadway and Prince, going to The Met and pretending I know anything about art, food from any country I could possibly image, being surrounded by people the second I walk out of my apartment, hailing a cab when I’m late to work, walking amongst suits in Midtown on my lunch break, having a cocktail or brunch on a people-filled city street, being able to walk to shops, the gym, the grocery. I’ll even miss getting on the often unreliable, definitely unsanitary subway and having the doors open up into a completely different, diverse neighborhood from when it first picked me up.

Above all, I’ll miss the friends I’ve made here, mostly the ones from my normal life, and a few that have crossed over from my party life. These people have been there for me when things were not good, celebrated with me when they were. These people are my family away from family, so how do you say “see you later” to people who have so impacted your life?

After 7 years in New York, I’m leaving.

I resigned from my job, packed up my apartment, and am moving to San Diego with The Honey, to live on the beach, start new adventures, create new memories, and hopefully build a new life that is even more fulfilling than the one I’m leaving behind. I guess I did find what I came to New York City for after all: a career, a good time, a great love, and possibly the biggest gift of all, my Dragon Baby.

Oh, New York, I’ll always have a soft spot for you. One day when my child(ren) are bigger, maybe, if you play nice, I’ll introduce them to you 🙂


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Big Changes

May 30, 2012 at 10:29 am (Discovering myself by discovering the world, My life, and how I live it) (, , , )


Not exactly in that order, but soon.

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