Its wonderful to be back in Northern California. Everything feels nostalgic already. Once again, I am packing up and preparing to move. When I came back to Cali a few years ago I never thought I would leave again. Well, not so soon! It is so easy to romanticise SFO airport. It is so hip, and modern, and civilized with yoga rooms and filtered water fountains and designated kissing spots for lovers saying goodbye. I was picked up by my yogini sister Nancy Leatzow, and stopped for lunch in Oakland, at a Korean restaurant in the the uber hip Temescal district. Hip got hipper when I rented a car from at Rent A Relic. If you live in the East Bay youve seen the Rent-a-Relic sign 1000s of times, its on Telegraph, its that giant hand-painted dinosaur that looks like it was salvaged from a grade school play. The cars arent exactly relics, they are a couple of years old and rent for 1/3 the cost of the corporate car rental agencies. Only $500 for a month. Reduce, reuse, recycle. It is all so Northern Cali, Bay Area cool. I think shabby chic must have been invented here. This mecca has been my home since 1992. The promised land for hippies and progressives, rebels and seekers. This is where the black sheep come, the ones that just didnt quite fit in where they grew up. The misplaced zygote as Clarissa Pinkola Estes would say. Many of us have no family here, we become each others extended family..... Its wonderful to be home after 2 1/2 months away and so wonderful to sleep in my comfy bed. Its wonderful to wake up early listening to the song of the birds and hear the roosters do their rooster thing. Yesterday I went to the Sebastopol farmers market. Farmers markets here are an event, just as much a place to gather with friends as it is to do your weekly grocery shopping. Cesar at The Bone Broth Company gave me a quart of chicken bone broth as a welcome home present. Its the day to day stuff, the small stuff, the remarkable unremarkableness of life here that Ill miss most. Ill miss it because I am MOVING back to MIAMI. Something I was sure I would never ever do. Ive said it before, never say never. It was with both sadness and excitement that I started packing yesterday. It feels right, deep in my belly I know I am going home. Its time. Its the right time. I am not waiting till my parents need me there to take care of them, or some other family emergency. And, yes, I feel hesitant, some trepidation, scared even. The plan is to put my things in storage, take a bay step rather than an all out leap. And, on February 1st board Virgin with a one way ticket...home.
Posted on: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 22:52:48 +0000
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