|I've spent a a lot of time on this chaise.|
Home. I can't really say that now when talking about Oklahoma. Now that I've been back to my own state I realize that this has always been home. I don't want to leave. I wish I was a millionaire. I'd stay here, begin house-hunting, then I'd just fly my family out when I got a place. That's in a perfect world, of course. In my world moving back to California will take a minor miracle, but I have a fresher outlook on life now and my natural positive attitude is back. I really am not looking forward to returning to all of the seriousness and negativity in Oklahoma. The flatness of it. Not geographically, I mean its personality is flat...
|The balcony of my suite.|
What I like about this hotel is that quirky mid-century California funkiness. Yes, some of the rooms need to be remodeled and refurnished; they're working on that. The walls could use a little paint and the artwork, lighting, and fixtures are dated. But I love all the character! While in Thousand Oaks for BandTree, I stayed at the Hampton Inn. It was clean. Immaculate, actually, and everything was brand new, but when I posted a picture of my desk in Facebook a friend commented that they'd had the same room when they were in Austin, Texas. This reminds me of something I read a long time ago: When Stevie Wonder was touring back in the 1970s he said that he only stayed at Holiday Inns because they were always the same—easy for him to memorize the layout.
|Diners just below my balcony.|
After an hour or so, I came back up to my room and filled the huge jacuzzi tub and soaked for a long time, after which I fell into a soft, dreamless sleep listening to the ocean. I didn't wake up until 9:30 this morning. But I wonder. Could I live by the ocean? The sound is nice when you're on vacation, but what about hearing it every second of every day? Would the absence of quiet get on my nerves after a while, or would I just not hear it anymore? I don't know, but wouldn't it be fun to find out!