California Dreamin'

I have this really rediculous habit that's going on 5 years and shows no sign of slowing down. I go out of town for a few days, fall in love with the grass on the other side, and want to be there, where it's greener. As in, live there. Immediately.

On Wednesday I flew into LA for some business meetings. The weather was so perfect and it seemed like the flowers had bloomed just for me. Everyone was so happy to see me every where I went. I was happy and loving life. Don't worry, I am not about to insert BUT here. It just kept being perfect. I got to see Reb, Gabe and my boyfriend Zev. Zev's head grew flat on one side so he's in this little helmet. But damn - he doesn't care! He's the happiest, cutest baby I've ever seen. Check that little guy out...






The car rental place gave me a convertable PT Cruiser and I put the top down and drove through the canyon. I ate a beautiful raw salad for lunch. I shopped at Nordstrom. I even saw Perez Hilton. I was in heaven. I decided... I need to move back to California and I think I need to move to LA.

Saturday I flew up to SF and drove up to Marin. I got a little hotel room for the night and woke up, went to a stellar Iyengar Yoga class (2 hours!) and then Amy and Christine drove up there and we hiked around the Mt Tam area. The hike was so perfect and it seemed like the flowers had bloomed just for me ((intentionally sounding familiar here)). Check out some photos of the fog creeping over Mt Tam...





I wrapped up my hike and drove back to SF, over the Golden Gate bridge (which was being rushed by a thick blanket of fog that was flying right over the mountain and surrounding us) and I decided... I need to move back to California and I think I need to move to Marin.

You get my point. This is how I originally got to SF back in 2000. And exactly how it went when I moved to Seattle. And then again when I moved to NY. And somewhere in the middle of all that I spent 2 weeks in Spain and decided I was quitting my job and moving to Barcelona to learn Spanish and teach English. I will say that's the only one I didn't follow through on, and had I actually done it I doubt I would have regretted it.

It would be really nice to live in Marin. I could have a mountain in my backyard and a bunch of very nice hippies to do yoga with and even garden with. You'd think by now I'd be able to stop here since I recognize this pattern, but the truth is, this is how it's always worked for me. And I like when I get these bouts of spontenaety, excitement and anticipation. I am, true to form, your little rolling stone after all.