I'm a bit wary of writing about my condo search, and only part of it has to do with worrying about encouraging more of Myung's "condom?!" jokes. I can't help but feel like it'll just be a retread of my old stuff about finding an apartment or shoes or small-things-as-metaphor-for-BIG-things.

But searching I have been, and I've seen some spacious homes in some scary neighborhoods, and some bedraggled holes in some tony enclaves. A realtor has been showing me around, and we may have found the right place earlier today. It seems to have everything I'm looking for, although the cost is on the high side and I can reach out the window and touch the highway.

As we were driving around, the realtor, a quiet Korean man around my dad's age, and coincidentally, the father of a casual friend of mine from high school/college, started talking about how time passes so fast.

"Where did the time go? What did I do with my life? I wish I could do it over again. Maybe I can do better," he said with a laugh.

I didn't really know what to say. Nor did I know what stirred his soul to look back on the string of chances and choices that we call life. Lord knows I've had the same thoughts, and I'm half his age. But I know I don't want to be looking over my shoulder with regret and turn back around only to find that I've already reached the finish.