Well, the last few days have been interesting. I was determined to make it out the beach this weekend, so we headed out to Santa Monica. We stopped by the pizza parlor that I used to frequent when I was working at Anita Santiago. While we were eating, the owner came up to us and told us how nice it was to see such a beautiful family. Chris and I looked at each other, his comment seemed somewhat random. We just smiled and nodded our heads. A few minutes later, a transient with a pirate hat cruised by. We wanted to get a picture of him, but he was moving to quickly. After we ate our yummy pizza and guzzled down our cream sodas, we walked down Main Street. For me, it was a walk down memory lane. I remembered how Laura and I would walk to the beach during our lunch hour, head over to Pete's Coffee to buy Jasmine lemonade iced tea, and all of the good times we shared together. It's been three years since those days. Laura is now working on her PhD in Linguistics, and she is living in Brentwood. It's funny how life is, completely random. One minute you think you have it all figured out, and then you embark on a different adventure. Sometimes by choice, but mostly by chance. If I had never gone to work there, I would have never met such a wonderful, intelligent human being. It felt great to be in a familiar place, rich with memories.
On another note, my diary has only 2 more pages left in it. I must buy a new one
