Nine years ago, as I was leaving my coastal California hometown for college in the all-the-way-across-the-country Northeast, my mom gave me one rule (well, I only seemed to remember one): "You can only date California boys!"
Oh, the irony.
Luckily for my parents, I did hand-pick the very best California boy to date. Unluckily for them, this boy convinced me to join him in a move to the South after graduation instead of returning home to the West Coast.
Five years of good Southern livin' later, I've picked up a curiosity for cooking, crafting, and home-brewing experiments, a love of vinegary NC-style barbecue, and lots of wonderful friends. Also in that time, the California boy became my husband. And now I have convinced him to loop back to the Golden State, where our adventure continues.
Home sweet (new) home, San Francisco!
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| Alcatraz Island in the distance |
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| Bay Bridge |
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