Safer than driving

Last night around 9pm I decided that today would be a good day to travel back to San Diego. The rain was really starting to depress me for some reason, probably because I was missing Holly and Otis. Holly and I are about to visit a doctor to find out if we're having a boy or a girl, which is crazy exciting and probably one of the reasons why I've been so anxious to get back. That, and we've found a house that we like a lot in OB and have decided to rent it, moving in tomorrow. Yes its true that we have three beach cottages next to the ocean, but they are truly best as rentals. I'm feeling like I need a house that has connected bedrooms and more of a feeling of being at home, something that I wasn't getting while at the Abbott Street address. The best part is that the house has a huge basement which will be perfect for jamming out loud music!

My flight was scheduled to leave this morning at 7:20am. At 6am I was still about 45 minutes from the airport, stuck behind a long line of cars that weren't moving anywhere. I then got out and walked up the road a bit, to find out that there had been a terrible car accident and that someone had died after striking a tree. Here I am, always a bit tense about flying (I'm actually in the air right now going to Houston) but getting better since I do it all of the time now, realizing once again how much more dangerous driving a car can be, Especially in Costa Rica where people drive like crap and heavy rainstorms can make it super dangerous. Seeing that car accident this morning made me realize how fortunate I am to be alive, and how excited I was to be back with my family again later today. After finally making it past the police/CR FBI/rubble from the accident, I was stuck behind about a hundred cattle in the middle of the road not even two minutes further down the road. The typical Costa Rican traffic jam. I'm surprised I made my flight, and I'm thanking myself that I took the time to check in online and print my boarding passes. Its funny, since I'm so interested in the internet and since I fly so much, that today was the first time I actually checked in online. I never used to, probably because I never have a printer where I'm at. Recently I've realized that once I get to the ticket counter all of the good seats are taken and I'm forced to sit apart from Holly and Otis until we find someone to switch with us. Its funny that I buy a seat for Otis, and then the airline seats him by himself. At 16 months he's not quite ready for traveling by himself. Then I realize that technology once again is passing me by and that I need to catch up. If I hadn't printed my tickets I wouldn't have made the flight, so thats good.

Now that my mind has been cleared of the madness of WRSC, where I'm constantly on display and it sometimes gets really really old, I'm relaxing and thinking about what I'm going to do in San Diego over the next couple of weeks. I had had plans to travel back to Panama on a surf trip with Colin and Matt, and then Holly and I had been talking about going to Argentina on a late season snowboard trip for my birthday. I'm now thinking that it would be best to do that snowboarding trip when Holly can snowboard with me, maybe in a few months at Tahoe or Mammoth or ? As for the surf trip, I'm putting it off until after the end of the month as I have to figure out how I'm going to come up with $400,000 by the end of August. Yeah, thats what I said. Its funny to say this, because a year ago I paid off a surf camp debt where I was responsible to pay $500,000 within 18 months. Now I have another surf camp debt of roughly the same amount but instead of 18 months I was given 3 months. I guess I do it to myself, as at the end of the day what I'm doing is investing in the future of WRSC, which equates to my future and Otis' future and so on. Its just kindof crazy to be 29 years old and having to figure this stuff out through trial and error.