Adventure in Richmond

I was biking in the Mission yesterday, and my bike got caught in the train tracks. I fell down and scraped my leg and my elbow. Well, the next day when I woke up, my body ached like it's been through a train wreck. I guess that's what 30 is.... Kelley was like, 'Well, Reiko, I hate to break it to you but....', I'm not exactly spring chicken any more. Leave it up to Kelley to state the obvious.

In someways, in many ways, I feel that I'm reborn again this year. I am trying old things and new things, and as my co-worker said, 30 is the new 20.


When I was 21, I moved out to California, and I was looking for a soul mate, I wanted to be an artist, and I wanted to be free. I found what I had been looking for effortlessly, and that was great. Now, I'm not exactly sure what I'm looking for... Or, actually, I think I have an incling, but it's just a precious feeling right now.

I've been feeling a bit weird about being single... but as I look around, I realize, there's a hell of a lot of singles... young, old, beautiful, ugly, deranged, poor, nice, stupid, smart, alchy, introverted, extroverted, crazy, normal, boring, fat, skinny, girly, macho, and all that. It doesn't seem like there's a certain typology of a person who's great at being in relationships. I've been trying to answer the question 'What the hell is wrong with me?' and I'm starting to think that, there's a whole lot of things wrong with me... but then so's the whole world around me.

We went biking along the bay trail today, and it was really nice. Very warm weekend.

We had encountered a parade of Ford T's. Aparently, they go AOOOOOOGA!

And a Red Victory Ship, that's going to turn into a park.
And a large windowless concrete building. I'm going to have my wedding in here.

The best thing that I've discovered on the trip, was Point Richmond. There's a tiny tiny hidden town that looks like something from the old old west. I think I'm moving to Richmond.