Home Again...Anticlimax to the Max
Aug. 2nd, 2006 10:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mlerulesWondered whether I'd get back into the swing of things LJ-wise when I ret'd to more familiar surroundings (mi casa). Still not sure. Wrote one then cut it and stuck it into my Thoughts journal ('puter-based). Don't really know what to say. Feeling mildly shy 'bout saying anything at all...don't know why.
I was gone for 3.5 weeks. It felt like ages and ages, months and months. I felt apart from here, from this...part of something else - several somethings in fact. Now I'm back and in some ways it's as if I never ever left, as if the seismic shifts in my universe, what changed within me, what happened and what could happen, didn't really...it's as if I've dreamed something, or it happened to someone else. 'Twas mostly all wonderful and otherwisely positive-superlative-laden. But now I'm here.
The kitties are happy to see me. They're napping on the bed just a few feet away. And I know that some folks will be happy that I'm back. I wish...what? I wish I were happier.
Usually I return home via PCH, driving down the coast, enjoying the sea & sun (or sea & fog, or fog & fog with naught but the salt air on my skin & in my nose reminding me I'm near the Pacific, depending) 'til I enter the tunnel at which point I get off the fwy and am home within 5 minutes. This time I left the Eastern Sierras behind and made my way through the desolation that's Hwy 14 & 5 (and then 405 & 10), with new building everywhere and strip-malls and ugliness and a decided lack of GREENERY (or GREENERGY as I've started considering it). Home again: no parades w/elephants & ticker tape, no fireworks, no huzzahs or whoopies. Just home. Driving in from the Sepulveda Pass w/my face wreathed in smiles was fab...now I'm feeling sorta blah. Of course the fact that it's late and I've driven much of the length of the state (plus a chunk of OR) over the past 48 hours might have something to do w/this. Keep forgetting this. Should give myself a break, allow myself to feel blah without it (the world) crashing down on me.
One day I'll get a CD of pics from the Cape Breton Island (Nova Scotia) portion of my adventures and will figure out how to post some of 'em here. (I've got a CD of some pics from the initial 5-day drive 'tween Sta Monica & Rainier, WA so should figure out how to post pics soon, I hope.)
Okay, I know what I need. I need a hug. And some sleep. In my own bed. Not alone.
I was gone for 3.5 weeks. It felt like ages and ages, months and months. I felt apart from here, from this...part of something else - several somethings in fact. Now I'm back and in some ways it's as if I never ever left, as if the seismic shifts in my universe, what changed within me, what happened and what could happen, didn't really...it's as if I've dreamed something, or it happened to someone else. 'Twas mostly all wonderful and otherwisely positive-superlative-laden. But now I'm here.
The kitties are happy to see me. They're napping on the bed just a few feet away. And I know that some folks will be happy that I'm back. I wish...what? I wish I were happier.
Usually I return home via PCH, driving down the coast, enjoying the sea & sun (or sea & fog, or fog & fog with naught but the salt air on my skin & in my nose reminding me I'm near the Pacific, depending) 'til I enter the tunnel at which point I get off the fwy and am home within 5 minutes. This time I left the Eastern Sierras behind and made my way through the desolation that's Hwy 14 & 5 (and then 405 & 10), with new building everywhere and strip-malls and ugliness and a decided lack of GREENERY (or GREENERGY as I've started considering it). Home again: no parades w/elephants & ticker tape, no fireworks, no huzzahs or whoopies. Just home. Driving in from the Sepulveda Pass w/my face wreathed in smiles was fab...now I'm feeling sorta blah. Of course the fact that it's late and I've driven much of the length of the state (plus a chunk of OR) over the past 48 hours might have something to do w/this. Keep forgetting this. Should give myself a break, allow myself to feel blah without it (the world) crashing down on me.
One day I'll get a CD of pics from the Cape Breton Island (Nova Scotia) portion of my adventures and will figure out how to post some of 'em here. (I've got a CD of some pics from the initial 5-day drive 'tween Sta Monica & Rainier, WA so should figure out how to post pics soon, I hope.)
Okay, I know what I need. I need a hug. And some sleep. In my own bed. Not alone.
