San Diego

I loved living in San Diego.  I moved there in 1990 to begin my freshman year at UC San Diego, a school that I would probably never get into today if  I applied!  UCSD was perched on the cliffs of La Jolla, and if you had the right dorm room, like my friend Natalie did, your dorm room might even have an ocean view.

I met my now husband, Greg, at UCSD in 1992.  He’s from the Bay Area, but I did not hold that against him as long as he didn’t limit my paper towel usage. 

We are a mixed marriage-I’m Catholic and he is Jewish, he is a SF Giants fan and I am from LA.  I now know they are serious baseball rivals.

 

 

I also graduated from UCSD in 1994, the same weekend O.J. Simpson committed the “Crime of the Century.”  I don’t know why that random fact sticks in my mind, but it is a reference point for how long ago I was in college.

 

The fun began the following year with a numb pinky finger.

 On May 26, 1995, I was diagnosed with MS in this building:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Greg and I got married in July 1996.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I began a teaching career with the Encinitas Union School District that lasted for 10+ years, and hopefully will resume in a few years-just where we live now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alex was born in 2002.

 

 

 

We bought our first house in San Marcos.

The “old people park” at the San Marcos Senior Center-Twin Oaks Valley Road. I took Alex to play here all the time when he was 3.  The gate around it kept Alex on “lockdown.”

 

We moved to Rancho Cucamonga in 2005, a few months after I stopped teaching full time.  I miss the weather in San Diego, and I miss the cute little porch on our house in San Marcos.  When we go down there for a weekend, usually Labor Day weekend, we always drive by so I can visit the house with the cute little porch.