So, first things first. One thing that peeves me is when people in cars don't yield to you when you're walking, or, even worse, make it seem like it's your fault when they come within six feet of you with the front bumper of their car. Dre and I were walking back to our apartment with a bag of cat food and groceries tonight, and we began to cross a street. When we were in the middle of the street, this car comes (crossing Drake) towards us, and someone yells something out the window at us. ARGH! That bothers me to no end!

Anyway, moving on. When I worked at the Olive Street Bakery about five months ago, I remember this customer came in, and somehow we began to talk about her son. He was married, probably a few years older than me, and he and his wife were living in some country, it was either Lithuania or Lichtenstein. She made the comment that they both had jobs in this particular country, and they had lived somewhere else beforehand. It seemed like they just got up and left whenever the mood seemed right.

That conversation came back to me today. Dre and I are spending the first part of our married life together in New Zealand after the wedding, and more and more I find myself wondering what will happen after that time is over. I don't think either of us are closed to the idea of wandering around the world a little bit, as long as we have each other. Hmm, food for thought.