One of my favorite things about San Diego is that there is continually something fun and free to do. The day Matt came home from his adventure in the wilderness, we had a picnic in the park accompanied by a live blues band.
It was interesting to live alone for ten days while Matt was gone. I know it's not really a long time, especially compared to what some people go through with deployment and such, but living alone for that time did make me realize a couple of things. I'm not the amazingly independent person I like to think I am, and it is really nice to have someone there at the end of the day who cares for you and loves you unconditionally.