I’ve been back in the States for two weeks now, and it’s been a bit of a whirlwind. I landed in Los Angeles on the 25th and was met by my dear friend Peter. I spent my first few days back in a mix of stress and bliss as I flopped from relaxation to work in a jet lagged stupor. I ate all the foods from Trader Joe’s I missed, drank wine that didn’t come from a bag, and watched an array of perfect sunsets over the water.
As the level of chaos rose in the days before his sister’s wedding last week, I took a brief leave from Peter’s house and took a train to Los Angeles. I spent a couple of days visiting my friend Angela and her adorable new puppy Frida. The last time I saw her was when I was living in Massachusetts three or four years ago, so it was a welcomed reunion.
I headed back to Laguna Beach in time for the wedding, which was lovely. Peter, our friend Derek and I were last together for another wedding two years ago. Hopefully in another two years we’ll have another one so we can keep up the tradition.
After the wedding I met up with my friend Alyssa from high school who now lives here and we headed south for San Diego. We spent the day wandering and exploring and falling in love with the California sunshine.
I spent the next couple of days in San Diego, staying with a friend I met in Thailand. The main point of my visit, apart from seeing my friend and checking out the city, was to decide if that’s a place I might want to move to at the end of the summer. I’m not ready for any final decisions, but San Diego is definitely in the running for home #19. (Is it 19? It’s impossible to remember at this point. This one had better stick).
The next week will be spent road tripping with peter, visiting various friends, and camping in national parks. I’m in Carson city, NV right now, headed to Yosemite and the Redwoods later this week. Stay tuned for photos of big trees and me bundled up in far too many clothes trying to survive these wintry temperatures.