almost home
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KIROKAZE
we're not kids anymore.
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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We need some better music for free time at school. My little man's music suggestion, Charlie Puth. Had to make a picture so the teacher would know how to spell it. LOL #HowLong #CharliePuth #musiclover https://www.instagram.com/p/BnbHDQjgP5U/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=l766k0nyyobd
Coming Home
You know that feeling you get when you’ve been on vacation, and you start heading home. At first there is a feeling of loss. The unscheduled time, exploring, relaxing, just being. No responsibilities, no stress, no time limits, just pure bliss. Yet, as you travel closer to home, you get this warm feeling in your chest. The feeling of familiarity, of welcoming, of comfort. You know this place, and it knows you. You can’t wait to sleep in your own bed, shower in your own bathroom, and relax on you own couch. When you finally see that “sign” that you are almost there, the feeling becomes overwhelming, and you can’t get back fast enough. That is how I feel about California, but I’ve never lived there.
I am a Michigander. born and raised in the West Michigan area. Until I was 17 yrs old, I had known nothing else; then, I took a trip to California. Flying over the mountains, I could see the city of LA slink into view. A magnificent sight, the mountains, the city, the ocean, all unfolding before my eyes. That feeling washed over me and all I could think was, “I’m home”. Now I had been away from home before now, and I always got the same feeling when returning, but it was nothing like this. This was, different, stronger. My whole body was buzzing with this electricity, this excitement. I just chalked it up to the beauty that is Cali, and the fact of traveling somewhere new, and exotic(to me that is). I cried when I left ten days later. I felt like a part of me was being ripped out and left behind. My biggest fear, that I would never be back to reclaim it.
Thirty years later, like a dream come true, I had the occasion to return, this time with my family. As my husband, 3 children and I boarded the plane, I was already giddy. I felt like a kid again. The closer we got, the stronger it got. My body was alive with crackling electricity. My insides like a festoon of moths trying to follow the light. I was coming home. Another week of bliss. I showed my family around like a native. Immersing them in all of the wonders that California has to offer. None seemed as enamored as me. It was just another vacation to them. They couldn’t “feel” it. I had to leave, yet again, that familiar feeling of rending. I left my soul there, praying to return, making it my mission to go home permanently one day.
I only had to wait one year. I’m back baby. This time for a record-breaking four weeks. It is for one of my children, but I’ll take any excuse to return. I love California. I feel right here. I feel accepted, understood, embraced. She has her faults, for sure, but I love her none-the-less. I’ve spent these glorious four weeks immersing myself in everything that I could. Nature, city life, culture, touristy junk, the works. I don’t want to waste a moment of it. I know what your thinking, yes, I do have to leave, yet again. The difference this time, I know that soon, I will be coming home for good. Until then, goodbye my sweet love. California, I will return. I will be whole again, and we will both be better when I do.
PCH beach hopping at low tide. I love California. (at Malibu, California)
Stairway to heaven. Going down to Paradise. El Matador Beach, PCH beach hopping. (at Malibu, California)
Beach hopping on PCH. El Matador State Beach. (at Malibu, California)
New rock formations found at Joshua Tree National Park; as identified by my son.
Nature's Bounty. God's Country. Surrounded by Majesty. (at Joshua Tree National Park)
I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.
Audrey Hepburn
My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.
Maya Angelou
My creative oasis. Open air inspiration. Three weeks of writing bliss. Screenplay editing on the menu. (at Long Beach, California)
My home away from home. Cozy Casita. Fresh Lemon trees outside my door. (at Long Beach, California)
The City of Angels. Morning Marine Layer. Shrouded in Myst. (at West Hollywood, California)
Welcome to LA. Traffic Woes. Gridlock. Patience is key. (at Los Angeles, California)
Plain Jane
Plain Jane is neither tall, nor short
She is of a rather average sort
Plain Jane possesses long brown hair
No glitz, no glamour, no savoir faire
Her eyes are gray, her skin fair
Her appearance bland, in need of some flair
Plain Jane is afraid of change you see
She wants to fit in like you and me
To be noticed is not Jane’s thing
She feels self conscious beneath society’s glaring
She knows how to wear the right clothes
She knows just how to powder her nose
She knows how to talk, just what to say
Yet she’s grown tired of acting this way
Plain Jane is strolling in the rain
Thinking thoughts beneath her brown mane
She’s tired of boring, she needs a change
”No more with conforming” Jane utters in rage
No more straightening her long, curly mane
Goodbye to her wardrobe, so lifeless and plain
Bold, bright colors displayed by the minute
Wild accessories she can’t wait to exhibit
Confident and Sassy Jane strolls through town
Smiling at others who turn and frown
Jane is no longer worried about blending
Her inner child needed some mending
Jane is happy being true to herself
Putting plain to rest on a shelf
Jane has a Message for all of you
You’ll be so much happier if you’re true to you
The Path to Phallus. Phallic symbols in architecture. Men and their winkies. (at Transamerica Pyramid)
Music soothes the savage beast. Bass Guitar and Drums, that's where it's at. Street Performers are music to my ears. True talent knows no boundaries. (at San Francisco, California)
A Room with a View. San Francisco Bay. (at San Francisco, California)