A lesson not learned.

My roomate's niece and nephew are in town. Being around them remind me of my cousins and ,sometimes, myself when I was younger. I think back when I was always looking out for the next excitement to explore, corner of the city to see, and even the coolest joints to eat at.

Being in Seattle for about 2 months now, I am sure that all I know of this great city before last sunday was work, class, grocery stores, a few Jazz joints, and bars.

Where did that adventuresque part of myself go I wonder sometimes. I go to different cities to do the same thing (so I am told!).

For the first time in yearssss, I went to a public library and a vietnamese deli (that my friends has been telling me about for ages but I have never been interested to go for a few subs).

(2 bucks a sandwich! in AMERICA!)

I dont know what that day means. Should I be around more children to remind me of that drive? (find my inner child?) Or should I go out and try new things more? (and risk the possibly, most likely that it will suck and fail to meet expectations?)

Its hard to tell when you've had a good Sunday, what you took away from it.