


P.S. When I read what you do on a weekend... I wonder if your life is real

"When you were little, you were always saying that Josh got to make all the choices because he was older. 'Why does he get to make all the decisions around here, Mom?' you'd say. 'How is that fair?' So for your seventh birthday, your father said you could pick where we went on the summer trip. You could pick any city in America as far away as Seattle, as close as Manhattan. You know which city you picked?"Wow. Talk about some good advice. LOVED this book. Get a copy or borrow mine today.
I knew it without her even saying that much. I'd always known it, and I was starting to understand something else too--where she was going with this. What I wouldn't allow myself to see before now.
"London," I said.
"London," she repeated. "And the thing was, it didn't matter how many times I told you that we weren't paying for four plane tickets to London. That a driving trip was the only option. It was like you couldn't see anything else. And when even Dad took out that map and tried to explain to you that London wasn't even in America, you just kept arguing with him. "But I want to go to London. It's the best city in America. I'll only go there.' For weeks around here. You were like a broken record."
"Where did we end up going instead that year?" I said, trying to remember. I couldn't recall it.
"Hershey, Pennsylvania...which you loved. You turned to your father the very first day there and said , 'Dad, I think Hershey, Pennsylvania, is even better than London would have been.'"
Hershey. All I could visualize with any certainty was the car ride up there, sitting behind my father in the backseat, staring sullenly at the back of his head. "Really? I said that?"
"No." She shook her head. "You complained the entire time. 'This restaurant isn't London. This candy store isn't London. Over here, this isn't London either.'"
"How can I not remember?"
She shrugged, picking up her fork again, fixing a bite for me this time. "You were too busy complaining."
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But she didn't reach for my hand, or lean farther forward so she could touch my face. She just shrugged, "What happened the day I met your father," she said, "is that you have to choose. For better or for worse. You have to choose what your life is going to look like."
I tried to swallow, tried to think of what I wanted to say, what I was really thinking. "I just don't feel like I have good choices yet," I said. "It makes it hard to give up the old ones."
She waved me off. "Well. You're behind all that anyway," she said. "You're still stuck on the same part you were stuck on at seven."
"What part is that?"
"The part where you need to choose among the choices that are there, and not the ones that aren't anymore. At least not how you need them to be. You're still suck on some imaginary idea you have of how it could have been. You need to think about how it is now. And how you want it to be."
My sister has always loved fruits & veggies, so I thought that this hat would be totally appropriate for one of her children. 
So today was beautiful. Again. For the third day in a row. Unbelievable. Autumn and I decided to do things today that we'd never done before in San Francisco. For me, this was a little difficult, but luckily, we did find some interesting things to do. After eating breakfast at The Grove, we headed over to Mission Dolores to see what there is to see. Did you know that the city of Saint Francis was created on June 29, 1776? Only a few short days before our Declaration of Independence was signed. Pretty awesome. I was super impressed by the basillica and since Mission Dolores is the oldest building in San Francisco, I'm glad I finally got to check it out. After that, we went over to the MOMA and saw some very interesting art. Only half of the exhibitions were open so it was half price day! We had a recommendation to walk across the bridge at the top of the building but we unfortunately couldn't get all the way to the 5th floor since some of the exhibits were being installed today. I guess I'll just have to go back.
On Sunday after stake conference, a few of us went to Stinson Beach. Donald had to lay down on the blanket to keep it from blowing away. It was sunny, but a tad bit too windy. We didn't stay too long and I'll probably have sand in my ears for the next year.
Tonight Matt, Autumn, and I were sitting around when we decided to go on a scavenger hunt of sorts. We made up all sorts of categories and we basically just ended up taking pictures of random things around San Francisco. One of those random things was a little dog.
Matt and Me at the Civic Center
Autumn and I posed by the infamous robot, but unfortunately, you can't see the robot behind us. Hmmm.
2. This is where I'm going dancing with JJ & Uzi tonight.
4. After that, I'm going out on date with a really nice guy...

My Music Box CD was taken and I've been sad about it ever since. Well, last night after hearing a beautiful rendition of "Just to Hold You Once Again", I couldn't help myself. I bought the album off iTunes this morning before work and I sang at the top of my lungs all the way down Lombard Street. I never knew that something so simple could make me so very happy.
