ain’t no sunshine . . . in California.

Apparently, I should change the theme of my blog.  It is becoming clear that I find it much easier to reference songs than integrate Cali slang with my CT vocabulary.  I was thinking that once I got out here, I would hear people speaking differently and the ideas would flow like California wine.  Instead, the only difference I have noticed is that people smile more while talking (and that they actually, get this, want to talk to you).  That part is the real adjustment for me.  I am so used to mindlessly enduring the obligatory conversational niceties while my “to do” list plays on repeat in the background.  Real conversations where genuine interest is shown?  Does. Not. Compute.

In case you were wondering, this post’s title is not exactly accurate.  There is sunshine in California, just not where I live.  I want to call my place “The House of Sand and Fog” because those words are succinctly the truth, but that story is so *SPOILER* tragic, I think I would do better to find another catchy descriptor.  I realize that it is in fact Florida that owns the title “the Sunshine State,” and “the Golden State” moniker probably has more to do with the gold rush and less to do with golden tans . . . but really, Southern California, I’ve been here a week.  There is no way to justify having fleetingly seen the sun TWICE in that time.

Deep breath. From a New England standpoint, I really shouldn’t be complaining about the weather.  I mean, it has been mid-seventies and largely free of humidity . . . I thought I saw a raindrop the other day, but it turned out to be spit (my own).

certainly not working on our tans.

So, I had a rough day yesterday, receiving the news from the moving company that my stuff was not scheduled for delivery until 8/26.   Awesome, because I enjoy living out of a suitcase and standing to eat my dinner.  Trust me when I tell you that what at first sounds cute and quaint (pizza picnic on the floor! wearing the same thing for 3 days! missing Teen Mom!) gets real stale after about a week.  This prolonged wait bums me out on a number of levels.  The obvious, “I want my freakin’ stuff” level, the equally obvious, “This place does not feel like a home with no furniture” level, and the slightly less obvious “I need to get on with making a life here” level.  There is a progression that I have to go through with this move to get to acceptance.  Before I can get going on other important things (like, ya know, finding a job), I need to settle in and set up shop. (I also need clothes that would be appropriate to wear to an interview.)  Until I can get past the unpacking step, I feel utterly stuck, stagnant.

You can imagine that I was not spewing glitter and rainbows when Nate and I stopped at Henry’s later on.  While the sight of deliciously affordable produce did lift my spirits some, it was our cashier that broke me out of the funk.  After beginning to scan our items, she looked at me and said, “You are, like, really pretty.”  I, of course, reflexively looked over my shoulder to see who she was talking to.  Then, upon the realization that she was speaking to me, I turned 9 shades of red and stammered out a thank you. (Meanwhile, Nate was doing a happy, happy sister wives dance behind me in line.)  Whether or not that cashier had forgotten to put in one of her contacts or if she was just stoned, I guess it doesn’t really matter.  She was kind to me for no other reason than to be kind, and I can’t help but smile about that.

Lastly, and in case people are curious about what I have been doing with my free time:

I planted a garden!!  Well, the best garden one can plant when the ground is made of rocks instead of dirt.

Succulents are mmm, mmmmm good! (I have a weird pica thing with plants and flowers.)

But mostly Nate and I just walk around, EAT, and watch these youtube videos . . .

Whole Foods Parking Lot – I hadn’t watched this one in a couple months, but once I showed it to Nate, it has been on nightly rotation again.  Really, dawg.

It’s so fluffy! – My obsession with Agnes continues.

this breakfast conquered both of us for the entire day. i never thought i would be hungry again.

loving the California trees!

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