WELL…I’ve been in California for 3 months and I have to say it has been an experience. Not that naked people look different here than they do in the South but some of that stuff I can’t unsee (yes that is a word, I looked it up). Just because you sprinkle glitter on it doesn’t make it look any better or more appealing. So I’m faced with the dilemma…do I continue to look or avoid the undressed? I haven’t gone blind yet so I’ll continue to look and hope I don’t bump uglies with anybody. It’s not like the naked are walking down the street but I’ve seen my share of oddities. That’s what makes California what it is and I’m happy to take pictures and write about it.
It’s not like things are so different here, it’s just that people feel freer to express themselves. That’s one of the reasons I wanted to experience California. So far everyone has been great. They love my Southern accent and I am rarely called by my given name…just PEACH. Now the weather is a point of contention with me. It hasn’t rained since I have been here and there is no humidity. I know you are thinking that’s a great thing but when your nose is bleeding from the dry air and there’s nothing to wash away the dirt, it makes you miss the South. I’d take a week of frizzy hair and wet feet just for an hour of rain, however, I am in total amazement of the fog.
The fog here rolls over the hills just when the day is winding down. The sun hasn’t set yet so you can experience the whole thing. It’s like a scene out of the movie “The Fog”. It takes on a life of it’s own and covers entire mountains within an hour. When the fog hasn’t filled the sky, the stars and moon are gorgeous. I found myself listening to “Into The Mystic” by Van Morrison and feeling surreal about the whole experience. My kids and I both love this song so of course my mind went to them. The best thing the two of them ever did was learning the classics. As I sit here on the deck, in the sunshine, I’m listening to Tom Petty and thinking about seeing him right before he passed away and knowing that my children can probably sing every word of every song he sang. Although I never experienced the 60’s, I believe I just had a hippie flashback.
One of the best things about being here is that I have had a chance to reflect on my life. Sure there are things I regret, but for the most part I’ve had an awesome life. I’ve traveled the world, done more things than a lot of people will ever do and met some awesome people (and some really shitty ones too). I’ve done my share of crying and wondering WHY, but I made it here. Sometimes I want to go back in time just so I can punch myself in the face for crap I have done, but in a weird sort of way it made me who I am today. I’ll continue trying to figure it out and enjoy the adventure along the way. “If you think adventure is dangerous try routine…it’s lethal”.