A few days ago I met one of Rachael's officers at work. The conversation found its way (naturally!) to my road trip, and we chatted for a while, where've you been, where're you going, that sort of stuff. Finally he asked where I lived. My truck, I said. No, he said, where's your home base? My truck, I said. Where do you call home? My truck!
Later I started re-thinking my answer. As much as I love my little Tach (and I am missing him greatly), San Francisco is my home. It's where all my friends and memories are. I was so comfortable coming back here, I didn't think I would ever want to budge again. After a week or so of sitting around and absorbing the home vibes, I am starting to be ready to move again. After all, I know that California is the best place around, but I should give the rest of those states a chance. Texas and Florida are calling my name, especially. I'll just let California whisper on in the background.
I had a great Christmas with the family. Everything I expected, and more. I thought flying me out was the present, but they still got me some fun stuff. Hand knit socks! That's a luxury I never thought I would have. I love knitting, but spending 8 hours on something beautiful to put on my smelly feet never seemed like something I would do for myself. Now that I have a pair, though, I'm not sure I can go back!
Just cause I'm back, here's a fabulous San Francisco link for you, found by a native Minnesotan, the fabulous Mr. Pickles.
Damn, I wanted to post a link to my friend Marqui's play, but I can't find it. I saw her over the weekend, and now I just have to brag a bit. Have I mentioned I have a friend on a National Theatrical Tour? Yes, she's heading back to NYC soon, only to head out for the rest of her tour. You can catch her, in Saturday Night Fever, coming to your town soon! She is going to send pictures, so I will brag some more later.
Okay, I had totally idealized California in my mind. I was expecting sunshine and light breezes. I just saw the news, and we have had about 4 inches of rain in the last 24 hours, and winds around 50 miles an hour. Sheesh. Should have brought my jacket.
...hand-knitted socks?...booties :^)...and I'm getting worried about tach :^(...
Posted by: billy | December 30, 2003 at 03:07 AM
Tach is in a safe place, so no worrying is allowed. Or aloud, anyway. He's fine. I'm sure he is. Only 6 more days til I see him again. Is this codependancy?
Posted by: Bethany | January 02, 2004 at 11:05 AM