Ricky and I have been wanting to take a “beer trip” to San Diego for a while now, seeing that it is only about a 5-hour drive away and there are a LOT of breweries there.  So, along with our friends Michelle and Brian, we decided that the Thanksgiving holiday weekend would be a perfect time to do this.  So we did!

Since I’m blogging every day this month anyway, I figured it was time I got around to writing about part 2 of my trip to China.  Let’s see, where did I leave off?  Oh yeah, right after the Peking duck dinner.

When you move out of your parents’ house for the first time, you start to acknowledge a new feeling that you’ve never had up until that point. Going home is never the same again. It’s still “going home”, but it’s not really home anymore, otherwise you would still be living there. I’m not really sure how everyone defines home, honestly.