This morning I took a long walk with Roux is his stroller, and thought the same thing I always do: we are so lucky to live here.

Ours is a quiet neighborhood tucked into the hills near the heart of downtown, walking distance from many exciting attractions and metropolitan marketplaces, a cozy little corner of a city I’ve grown to love an awful lot.

It’s funny, the best and worst things have happened here in San Diego. I’ve grown a lot and earned a few scars, making the most out of our time in America’s Finest City. It will be four years this August that we will have called this place home, and while I’m not certain how long we’ll stay, I can say for sure that moving here was a very good thing.