So we have really established a weekly tradition around here. Every Monday after work we come home, change clothes, and head out to dinner at our favorite spot. Jimmy Carter’s Mexican Cafe. I love that place!  Sure it’s a bit of a dive, even in the new location, but the food is pretty good. Very good in fact. The service is exceptional. Plus,  the place is dirt cheap. I cannot believe that we both eat for thirty somthing bucks… Amazing, right? Sometimes it’s even less.

So anyway, where was I going with this? Oh yeah. Weekly ritual. Right.  After 3 years San Diego feels a bit more like home. Isn’t that funny?  Something as simple as a trip to dinner to make me feel all homey.