"California! California!"
Just home from California last night. I was there ALONE for about 40 hours: Friday at 10 pm to Sunday at 10 am. It was fun just to sit on my flights and watch whatever I wanted on TV. I watched old Entourage episodes and then read "The Gargoyle" (maybe no "The"). I had such a nice time, and I surprisingly missed my family. I didn't emotionally miss them while I was there, but I realize that I missed their presence now that I'm back. I really missed RKZ. I love him. I love having my boys, but I desperately needed a break from feeding and wiping (as it were).
Most days, while I'm busy enjoying my normal existence, I don't think of California too much anymore. Calgary is wonderful - there is honestly so much good to say about Calgary (even the nice crisp fall weather has been nice to me). While my men and I live day to day I have no real complaints. We are even blessed with a decent economic situation in our little piece of the world. But (always a but), as I landed in Southern California my entire being let out a sigh. There wasn't really a word behind the sigh, but the feeling was "home. I'm home." I don't know why we adopt the places we do and decide to feel connected, but Southern California is my place. I could list the reasons that clarified my feelings: My aunt and uncle, my cousins who are like surrogate sisters, my closest friends (sans a few University friends), knowing where I'm going all the time in such a huge place, my brothers - especially TK and his almost wife. But it's the fact that I just belong in California. I belong there - even facebook says so :) And it's not really the perfect weather...now, I am home with my boys and RK. Home IS anywhere they are but I just wish we all could be in HB.
Don't ask me if this is ever going to happen: "Man plans, God laughs" and "Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans." I will now return you to what you were doing before I started making bumper stickers.
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