The very second I stepped out of John Wayne Airport in Orange County, I knew what I missed most about my home state and as the weekend progressed, more things found their way to my list:1. The Air: it's lighter. If breathing was like drinking water, it's like a good bottled water compared to tap.
2. The Light: it too is lighter and crisper somehow.
3. Color of the Sky: throughout my life, I used to lie looking up at the sky, which I identified as being in the key of A-major (yes, I have synesthesia), deep and electric, and the citrus and palm trees against it were in G-major. You might think that it would have produced dissonance, but it didn't. It created a kind of pleasant hum in my head that I used to meditate to, my own personal Om. On Friday afternoon I lounged by the pool, listening to my MP3 player and looking up at the trees against the sky. I heard my long forgotten tones and was happily home again.
4. The Morning Hosts on LA's TV Stations: Life is damned serious here in this part of the country. In California, the attitude toward life is much more creative. Fun at any cost! Don't worry, be happy! God, I'm a fish out of water here, but the worst thing is that I forgot that I am.
5. The LA Times: Art & Music, Entertainment & Theater, Image, Calendar, Travel, Books, Opinion. With violinists and the ballet on the front page and reviews of Masterpiece Theater's Complete Jane Austin season, the LA Times is worlds apart from our papers here, where
6. Cars: I don't mean that I miss cars per se, I'm just sick to death of pickup trucks.
7. "Safe" Weather: I've really had it with 60mph winds, hail and tornadoes.
8. KRTH-101: We have oldies stations here, but every other song is either by Creedence Clearwater or some other "Hillbilly Rock" group.
9. The Smell of the Sea & the Sound of Seagulls: I really miss the salt spray. And seagulls? I can't believe I actually miss the little buggers.
10. The Mexican Influence: I miss the food, the architecture, the colors, the warm humor, the history and the people themselves.
If living in California wasn't so expensive, I'd go back home in a heartbeat.
7 comments:
Ditto.
To everything.
And btw, I gave you an "excellent blog award" a few days ago in my own blog.
-- MissMeliss
I saw that -- Thanks!
Hi Steph,
Whenever I post, the name "Mozart" pops up, as that's my user name, you know, under Blogger.
As swallows return regularly to San Juan Capistrano, perhaps, as a fellow native Southern Californian, you'll somehow eventually find your way back home to your native state. :-)
Once a Californian, always a Californian.
Yours sincrely,
Marti
Oops! Sorry for the typo, Steph.
I do have a strong feeling that somehow, in spite of everything, that you're going to eventually wind up back home.
After all, you're from Solvang, my favorite small town.
Yours sincerely,
Marti
Right there with you Berg. I feel the same way. evertime I go back home, I realize just how much I don't belong here. *sigh*
This was my first and only trip home since I left in 1999, so I had no idea that I was homesick. Man, and I was only in Orange County. Good thing I didn't go to Ventura -- I might be feeling a whole lot worse!
Right there with you Berg. I feel the same way. evertime I go back home, I realize just how much I don't belong here. *sigh*
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