Despite recent emotional upheaval or maybe because of it, I am anxiously awaiting my arrival in California tomorrow. I think it will be just the salve to soothe me. I need some beach time and good friend bonding and space to breathe without reminders of what has transpired these past few weeks. I want to let go of my anger and my extreme disappointment and just BE.
Preferably here under this tree with this view:
This is the tree I would always go and sit under when my mind would not shut up and I was churning all sorts of emotional turmoil. For 12 years I found sanctuary there. I’m pretty sure that if I’m not hanging out with one of my (awesome!) friends, I’ll be under that tree. The house I rented is so close to it. Double bonus.
Speaking of my friends. . . it goes without saying that they are an amazing bunch but this week the anticipation of my arrival has created somewhat of an excited frenzy which is very flattering to say the least. The texts, emails and calls about my visit and our subsequent jubilation over it has me feeling all warm and fuzzy. They like me! They really, really like me! It’s an incredible feeling to have people make time for you AND be so happy to see you. How on earth did I get so lucky?
But there is still today to reckon with- mini blinds to install, a building to vacuum, vacation notices to leave under tenant doors, errands to run, multiple loads of laundry to wash, fold and put away and packing to do. I don’t think I can actually refer to this day as a “day off.” Day off from what?!
It’ll be strange to not celebrate my birthday on my blog but come Friday, I won’t have internet access. I’m going off the grid. Probably right about the time the detox kicks in, I’ll be flying back home. I’ll post something tomorrow to commemorate my 36 (eek!) year even though technically my birthday isn’t until Saturday. See you tomorrow at the party?