I am sitting in bed, uploading the vast number of pictures I took on vacation to Flickr and listening to the Padres play the Giants via the MLB iPhone app.  Twice during the past week I found myself apologizing to Padres fans for the Red Sox stealing their first baseman, Adrian Gonzales.  Just now I heard a commercial for a car insurance company in San Diego that was still using AGon as their spokesman. 

We Boston sports fans do not know what it’s like to have our major league clubs act as farm teams for the more financially successful teams.  Hopefully we never will.  Spend your money, oh Boston pro sports franchises, spend your money.

I can’t believe it’s over… Again.

We are home safe and sound. Exhausted and wishing we could turn right around and head back.

Nana and Papa are driving home. The kids are at their Dad’s.

Our super week has come to an end. It was fantastic.

San Diego to Detroit, successfully completed.

Phase Two commences in four minutes. Detroit to Boston.

Next stop: Red Sox Nation.

It’s a little past 10:00pm Pacific time. The bags are 98% packed. The alarm clocks are set for a pre-dawn wake up. We are all clear for an early morning check out.

The first time I came to San Diego was our honeymoon in 2009. When it was time to go home I was sad and did not want to leave.

The second time I came here was last August. Leaving was painful. Leaving felt like a mistake. I was dreading heading back to the real world.

This time is probably not as bad as last time, but it’s close. Jen and I both feel like we belong here. We talked about it rationally the other day. We know that if we moved here all of the things that we try to escape by coming here would just follow us, but somehow that doesn’t seem so bad.

Obviously we can’t stay. The kids are the main reason. It’s hard enough being without them for a few days a week, imagine how awful it would be if their two parents lived on opposite coasts. We would miss my family as well, and I don’t want to be so far away from them. As for our friends… Well… I bet we could convince most of them to come with us. Heh heh

There are so many reasons not to stay here, and only one reason to stay: We love it here. In the end, the other reasons win out. But the more we visit San Diego, the more like home it becomes, and the harder it gets to leave.

Wish us a safe trip tomorrow.

Thanks.

Sitting on the roof deck, watching the ocean waves crashing on the shore down the street, feeling the breeze coming off the water.

This place is paradise.

We leave early tomorrow morning, so today is our last day. We were hoping to spend it lazing on the beach, but the forecast of abundant sunshine is taking its sweet time developing.

In other news, I don’t want to go home tomorrow… Or ever.

We had been seeing nasty forecasts for yesterday and today. Rain, thunderstorms, ugliness, but it held off for most of the day yesterday, and it was actually sunny and beautiful. Then the storm came roaring in over night and it poured. At least it was pouring like mad on the couple of times I woke up last night.

Today it’s still cloudy, but the dark clouds are breaking up and the blue sky is peeking through. I guess mother nature was just messing with us. Thanks, mother nature!

Looking out at the ocean as the storm rolls in.