Beauty of Nature
Just an example of the breathtaking landscape we experienced along the way ... I don't even remember what state we were in.
Just an example of the breathtaking landscape we experienced along the way ... I don't even remember what state we were in.
Well, we're back in Wisconsin after a 4-day drive halfway across America. Here's some of the highlights ...
Our computer will be down for the next several days, as we are loading up our stuff and heading out. It's sad how dependent I've become on computers for news, entertainment, communication, and lots of random stuff (job search, yellow pages, online dictionary ...) Well, I don't know why it's sad exactly, just ... weird. I wonder how our lives would be different without computers. What on earth would I fill all that time with? Probably reading and writing (by hand), and I'd probably be in better shape. I'd actually call my friends to talk instead of dropping them an email.
Today was a glimpse of a map in the middle of several wrong turns. That didn't sound as profound as I'd intended, but I just thought I'd use a metaphor instead of going the direct route. Without going into it, let me just say that the other day I was going to post a blog entry that simply said "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" ... as in ... stressed out, fed up, etc. And today, a more appropriate post would be, "ahhh ..... :)" ... as in ... breath of relief, things are going to be OK, life is good.
We're packing up all our stuff ... again ... and it just feels weird to me. Sometimes I feel like life is just a series of transitions, though I'm not sure when that feeling started. When I was a kid, I was fortunate enough to live in a loving, Christian home where everything was pretty stable. I lived in the same house from age 2 to 22 (minus a year away at college), and my parents had very few changes in employment. I know Jason had a similar upbringing, as did a lot of my friends. But then suddenly, something happened. Adulthood maybe? Or maybe an entire generational shift? I'm not sure if what I'm experiencing is just a result of growing up, or if it's a result of a cultural change on a grander scale. Maybe my generation is just shifty and restless. Maybe as a whole, we demand "more" to capture our attention and keep us on our toes. Maybe we're too picky, too unsatisfied, too immature. But if that's the case, why is it that I look back at that stability I had as a child so fondly? I wonder if my parents experienced just as much transitional chaos as I sometimes feel I do, but they just dealt with it well and hid it from our innocent child-eyes. Or maybe they worked through the majority of their uncertainties before us kids were born, and they found that stability before starting a family.
My friend Kim arrived at LAX on Friday morning for a fun weekend visit. After picking her up, we went right to Santa Monica, where we window shopped and ate at the 3rd Street Promenade Mall. Then we walked a couple of blocks down to the ocean front, where we saw the biggest beach we'd ever seen. We wanted to dip our toes in the water, so we began walking towards the ocean ... and a few minutes later, we felt like we weren't any closer than when we'd begun, that's how big it was! We finally made it, and then made our way to the Santa Monica Pier/Boardwalk, where there were rides, games, restaurants, charicaturists (sp?), and shops. It was such a beautiful sight!
My post title is actually referring to the "emotional" kind ... lately I've been up and down!! But my friend Kim is visiting me for Labor Day weekend, so I am very excited for that. I'm picking her up in L.A. and then we'll probably hit Hollywood Boulevard and/or Beverly Hills and/or Third Street Promenade. Depends on traffic I suppose, and how long we want to stay in L.A. Then we'll head back to Santa Maria for the weekend, hit the beach and who knows what else. It'll be a quick trip, but I'm glad she's able to come! Then it's only a matter of a few weeks before I'm back "home." I'm actually listening to a country song right now on I-Tunes called "You can't go home again (Flies on the butter)" ... it's very nestalgic and it makes me think of my dad. We're going to be packing up our Penske truck on the 1-year anniversay of his death. It's weird to think that last year at this time we were just arriving in California and my dad was still alive. So much has changed since then. Sometimes I feel like a different person than I was back then, but I know things will get back to semi-normal when I'm back in Wisconsin. I have a lot of things on my mind right now, I feel like I'm always preoccupied with something. It's unsettling. I pray it passes.