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Goin' West
Dec. 5th, 2011 10:44 amDev was born in California. The poor kid was less than three months old when we packed him off to Indiana, and he's never been back. Heck, I've only been back three times, and one of those was merely an LAX-to-Long Beach Harbor hop. Neither of the other trips took me to where I'd lived my last decade in California.
So Dev is going to get the old-stomping-grounds tour: where Mom went to high school, where Mom and Dad met and married, where we lived when he was born. I will leave out the commentary of some places we'll visit (where Mom used to go 120 mph in her Mustang, forex). On the other hand, I did rent us a Mustang convertible for the week. Hee.
We're going to spend most of one day hiking in the mountains north of Santa Barbara, another day heading up the coast to Hearst Castle, and some time on a little beach cove I used to frequent when I was pregnant. We will spend time with Dev's Godmom, the man who performed the marriage ceremony for Ron and I, and a couple other folk we can catch.
It'll be fun, I'm certain, but a little strange, too. I left behind an entirely different way of life when I moved to Indiana. Lots of theater, little poetry readings, late nights downtown, and more theater. Don't get me wrong--I could have continued that life in Bloomington or Indianapolis. (It may be flyover country, but it isn't empty.) But none of those things matched up with the sort the stay-home mom I wanted to be. And in all honesty, had I not become a stay-home mom, I might never have turned to writing as my creative outlet.
I've written here before of how VP--in addition to being an awesome writing week--helped me transition through grief. It also re-introduced me to my old self, that young woman I left behind in California. I suspect this trip will bring up similar feelings.
I'm anticipating a little teasing about how I talk now, too. While watching Firefly, it struck me just how many people I know who talk in the same phrasings as Mal. Then I realized I use the same phrases m'own self.
So the dogs are already at the kennel (I already miss them), and all that's left is the packing. Then I'll try to go to bed early, which won't work because I'll be too afraid I'll miss the alarm, and be up by four in the morn to make an early flight.
So Dev is going to get the old-stomping-grounds tour: where Mom went to high school, where Mom and Dad met and married, where we lived when he was born. I will leave out the commentary of some places we'll visit (where Mom used to go 120 mph in her Mustang, forex). On the other hand, I did rent us a Mustang convertible for the week. Hee.
We're going to spend most of one day hiking in the mountains north of Santa Barbara, another day heading up the coast to Hearst Castle, and some time on a little beach cove I used to frequent when I was pregnant. We will spend time with Dev's Godmom, the man who performed the marriage ceremony for Ron and I, and a couple other folk we can catch.
It'll be fun, I'm certain, but a little strange, too. I left behind an entirely different way of life when I moved to Indiana. Lots of theater, little poetry readings, late nights downtown, and more theater. Don't get me wrong--I could have continued that life in Bloomington or Indianapolis. (It may be flyover country, but it isn't empty.) But none of those things matched up with the sort the stay-home mom I wanted to be. And in all honesty, had I not become a stay-home mom, I might never have turned to writing as my creative outlet.
I've written here before of how VP--in addition to being an awesome writing week--helped me transition through grief. It also re-introduced me to my old self, that young woman I left behind in California. I suspect this trip will bring up similar feelings.
I'm anticipating a little teasing about how I talk now, too. While watching Firefly, it struck me just how many people I know who talk in the same phrasings as Mal. Then I realized I use the same phrases m'own self.
So the dogs are already at the kennel (I already miss them), and all that's left is the packing. Then I'll try to go to bed early, which won't work because I'll be too afraid I'll miss the alarm, and be up by four in the morn to make an early flight.
