I woke up this morning with a song from the Mama’s and the Papa’s dancing around in my head “all the leaves are brown and the skies are gray…California Dreamin’ on such a winters day…” but no do not worry, I would tell him and I am not leaving tomorrow.
It just got so cold from on day to the next here in Boston that it just shocks a Southern California girl to the core. Just last month we had the A/C on and all of a sudden one day we woke up a few weeks ago and we had to turn on the heater and it has been on ever since. It has all been so new and amazing though, to experience the turning of the leaves just last week on a windy afternoon as I was walking to my local CVS I was blessed with the yellow, red, and brown leaves as they where dancing around in the wind like a very well choreographed ballet, that Mikhail Baryshnikov would be jealous. It was like a smörgåsbord for my eyes, I had never seen such colors and such beauty in any of my previous falls, it’s like a dream…but not a California Dreamin’ dream.
As a young women I would tell people that I had to experience it all. I had to experience the bad to appreciate the good, I had to feel the pain to be able to recognize the pleasure and people would look at me like if I was mad. But I would not be able to know what it was to be California Dreamin’ if I had never left. It’s an amazing feeling to know that you are part of something that you belong somewhere and that it brings hope and clarity and just plain old kick-ass warm and fussy feelings so much so that I am already feel “safe and warm” even in the Boston cold…beside was LA ever safe. I am firm to my belief that you have to experience all the feelings just to know you are alive and appreciate what you have.
Wow, its been a long time since I last blogged and you would think that with all my new found free time that I would be blogging on a daily bases. Truth is that I have been in some what of a culture shock funk. Not due to the fact that I am now in the East Coast but more due to the fact that I am home 24/7 playing housewife. Kudos to all you ladies that do this and love it, but for me honestly I am depressed most of the day then relaxed. The truth is that I have been working since I was 16 and I like the feeling of making my own money and being independent. I never liked to ask for money not even my dad…and he is my dad and never said no. So to now have no income of my own is freak’n traumatic to say the least. Matt is great and he gives me everything I want but it’s such a strange feeling and even at my age I still do not like to ask for money and his Matt and never says no.
It’s been far more difficult to find a job then I anticipated, it had never taken me this long to find a job…but then again I had never looked during such a bad rescission. To add more fault to injury there are more HR peeps in Boston then lawyers in California and they are all looking. So wish me luck and hopefully soon I am back making my own moola and blogging more frequently. In the mean time I will try to stay dry and warm inside my cute little house…without going crazy that is.
