Two weeks ago, I went to see Birth of Impressionism exhibit at the de Young Museum in San Francisco. Seeing Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus in nearly life-sized proportions was a sight to behold.

My beloved little red car got totaled by a careless driver shortly after leaving the museum; my head was concussed. All it took was a jolt and a bump to make the past two weeks of my life seem like an impressionist blur in my memory. I’m having a trouble with “typical” after effects of a concussion and it’s very frustrating whenever these symptoms pop up. My doctor says these are “normal” symptoms and may last up to a few months. Every time they occur, they slam into my head and it feels like all my thought and logic has gone out the window.

On the bright side, I have an excellent insurance policy and company that has taken care of the car details. I have a new little red car that I’m driving around carefully and cautiously. My family is concerned and has come to visit me and take care of me, which was great. I’m learning to take things slow, which after 26 years, is an achievement for me.

I’ve also felt like a changed person since my return from London and Paris, which is part of the reason I haven’t posted in 2 whole months. I just purged my public posts of almost all my old entries, so let’s start from here. Each post from now on will have a photo I took as a theme to bring it all together. And I’ll try to post once a week about something of value to me. I suspect that I’ll be posting stories of my memories as I have a slight fear of forgetting them.

Several times today, I found myself answering people in French. Kind of silly :) I’m also finding myself rather annoyed by the British accent right now, not sure why.

Here’s a special bonus: a French story as told by Cesar, Tim’s cousin.

Spent the evening drinking Spanish beer along the Canal St-Martin and met the French police. Best night in Paris with friends!