tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44833022606426533112011-08-02T14:58:20.633-07:00Hopenoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483302260642653311.post-18596169463559027242009-09-12T21:16:00.000-07:002009-09-12T21:37:43.178-07:00<div>Welcome! I created this site days ago and to save myself from staring at my ceiling thinking, "what the heck is this for," I will just be writing. None of it true literature. As a blog neophyte, I'll slowly develop what this site will be all about and update accordingly. </div><div><br /></div>I've moved and to use the word "a lot" truly is an understatement. My paypal address list now exceeds 10 addresses. My definition of home has always been a bit skewed due to no solid roots. However, certain smells or times of the year can soothe me. In March 2009, I visited San Francisco, California for my honeymoon. Those that live there or have ever been know where I'm headed. Mind you, this was my first time but immediately I knew that I was home. My soul starved for culture and boy did I get my fill. <div><br /></div><div>*If you chose to read this blog and even possibly subscribe (joy!) to my feed, San Francisco will be a continual topic. If you hate that city, then you probably shouldn't be reading this. Go ahead and visit <a href="http://www.eatabagofdicks.com">this site</a>.<div><br /></div><div>I have thought of my beloved home every day since I left and my heart aches to go back. I am going to sleep now to dream of fresh croissants from Tartine. </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483302260642653311-1859616946355902724?l=envyalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hopenoreply@blogger.com0