Forever young...

Or So Young, as the case may be.

I write this with my age number +1, and I feel no different, surprise surprise.

My birthday was spent in a car, driving from Stanford to home... and here's the story behind it!

I did a housing hunt this weekend. It was pretty impromptu, spurred by my antsiness after looking at Craigslist every few hours each day. Once I started to email places and get a few responses, I needed to go and figure it out, even though I'm not to move until the beginning of September.

After living on campus for 4 years, I felt thoroughly inexperienced. Having to meet with people and see the spaces was not stressful, but it was definitely something I had no skill at doing. By my sixth and last viewing, I had a better idea of what to ask, what to look at, etc... nevertheless, I found a place, and I am super excited about it! It's really close to campus, close to eats (yum), close to fun. Come and visit! :)

My mom and I drove back home on my birthday, and we stopped by a family friend's home in Carmel for lunch. Though it was overcast and cool, the view from our table was amazing: on a bluff looking over the Pacific.

We left and drove along Highway 1, which is beautiful, windy, and sleep-inducing. I fell asleep for a part of it, but was awake for the parts of it where cars moved along at 30 miles an hour (speed limit was 55 mph) and the highway was one lane (slowed traffic significantly). We finally made it home, and I was exhausted, sleeping after a bowl of pappardelle noodles with homemade tomato sauce.

In other news, I love kal gooksu. (Kal guksu? Kal gooksoo?) It literally means 'knife noodle' and handmade noodles go in a delicious simple broth, whether chicken, clam, anchovy... I had the chicken one not too long ago, and it's almost creamy: so delicious and satisfying and comforting.

Sigh, I love getting in touch with my Korean side.

To make one day? Perhaps...