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I made it to San Diego, for those of you who care (and I’m hoping that this group contains, well… someone, at the least). :)

Photo featured yonder is a snapshot of part of my room, taken from the entrance to my kitchen. Not visible: my kitchen (obviously), my giant-ass bathroom and my office. In other words, my room fairly well rocks. They were nearly full up when I got here (which is a long and adventuresome story in itself, which I hope to share some-other-day), so they stuck me in a half of a suite. Meaning, my bed isn’t much to look at (it folds down out of a faux-wardrobe), but my room is pretty rockin’. Its square footage is pretty close to my house, anyways.

Most notable moment thus far: I was walking out of the airport, towards the taxi area, and I caught myself thinking that really, San Diego wasn’t much different from Des Moines. In fact, it was about 10 degrees warmer in Des Moines when I left. So what was the big deal about California? And then I saw it: a palm tree. I’ve never seen a palm tree in real life before. :) That is how I recognized that I was no longer, in fact, in Iowa.

And now it’s time for bed. I’ve need to be up by around 7am, methinks. I’ll write towards you again when I get a chance.