I find myself wanting to record every happy moment I spend with my son, knowing that it will never repeat and incredibly aware of how fast the time is flying; how easily the future becomes past. It is pure bliss when he stops in the middle of a feeding, as if having an epiphany, looks up at me and smiles...

On a different note, I keep thinking I should have studied art instead of architecture. I'd still be un-or-under-employed, but I would have enjoyed Berkeley so much more.

Imagine that...I sold a painting :) Somehow it seems so significant for my artist self, almost like it should feel getting their design built for an architect. Really cool...

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