His birthday present to me was to buy the plane tickets.
I think we’re going to fly into Oregon, drive to Willamette, drive down to Calistoga/Napa/Sonoma, drive to San Francisco, and fly home from there.
We’re trying to plan this for late October. I can’t wait.
I’ve decided this is a stupid goal. I mean, it’s something I want it life, but a “goal”? Really?
I’m in a relationship. It’s “serious” and it’s “successful”.
I guess I can say, goal completed? It’s not like this is the first time in my life I’ve been in a successful, serious relationship.