It was hard not to feel like we were on vacation. Our drive to the restaurant was rather scenic, even though it was not that far away.
For being a hippy-dippy, new-age, organic place I found the decor rather fussy, but the food was amazing!
It was lovely. It was quiet. It was romantic. It was perfect.Things are both settling down and ramping up. I love it here, but as things become more mundane, they become more surreal. I live in Los Angeles. How weird is that?!
I pride myself on my ability to be comfortable anywhere with anyone, but part of being comfortable in just about any situation is a little bit of self-deception. If something feels out of sorts, you just plow right through . . .so that's what I've been doing. And it works, and it has served me well. But as things become somewhat routine little things pop out at me as totally unreal. Tonight SMS and I went to his high school's Faculty and Family BBQ. I met a lot of new people and I heard myself saying "Yeah, we live in Sherman Oaks" . . . a lot. As if I had been saying it all my life.
As if it weren't the strangest thing in the whole world!
Transitions are difficult, as you say, surreal. You can't go back to the old, you know that's not you any longer, but you aren't comfortable yet in your new skin. The more you live in the present, "I live in Sherman Oaks" the more it will begin to feel like it's you. But that in between stage does feel a bit like pretending. Perhaps saying, we just moved to Sherman Oaks from NYC would feel a little better - acknowedge your history while also moving forward.
ReplyDeleteIt does feel like pretending! I think part of me can't believe we're not eventually "going home" to the hovel!
ReplyDeleteHooray! I'm so glad you liked it there!
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