my mom was telling me last night about a family friend who just graduated from wake forest and is moving to lake tahoe to begin his first job–writing sports for the lake tahoe newspaper. his mother is worried about him being so far away. i asked mom if he liked hiking, skiing, swimming, boating, mountain biking, and camping. “yes,” mom said.
i laughed. “tell his mom that he’ll love it there,” i said. “he’ll never come back.”
i’m firmly convinced that there are people who, having once lived in california, will never really dream about living anywhere else. i’m convinced of this because, of course, it happened to me. i can’t make it through a day without thinking of my year there, without trying to see the hills and the bay instead of some flat texas field.
it’s been on my mind even more in recent days; last week marked one year since i left california. last night after another frustrating volleyball match (on a side note, i hate that i get so frustrated, it only makes me play even worse) i was on my way home when i suddenly u-turned and headed into nassau bay and went for a walk along the lake at sunset. god, i can’t wait until becca and i buy this sailboat (which we should be doing next week). i walked along the water and listened to the waves and in the distance i could almost see hills.
it turns out that i have quite an active imagination when i need it.
it broke some part of my heart to leave california, and yet i could leave houston tomorrow and not feel a thing.
sigh.
so i think i’m looking pretty cute today, if i may say so myself. i have on a new skirt made out of dark blue jean material, but lighter-weight than jeans. and sandals, and a white tank top and light blue shirt. and my hair is actually manageable, and not poofing into its usual afro. woohoo.
i also finished the latest harry potter last night and am all sorts of distraught over the ending. it’s common knowledge that a “major character” dies in the end (it’s been all over the news), and i don’t want to give anything more away to those of you who haven’t read it yet, but oh! out of all the different characters in the entire 5-book story, there are only 3 that i’m extremely attached to…and one of them dies! i am so upset! rowling could have killed off just about any other character other than my favorite three and i would have been totally fine with it. but she killed off one of my favorites! oh i am so distraught. i have to admit that i sort of suspected it was coming, but i held out hope until the end that someone else would die. anybody else. just not my three. oh, oh. there better be a good reason why this one died, because i was about to cry.
(yes, i know it’s just a book. but remember what i said about my imagination. it goes into overdrive when i really like a character. i had felt like i knew the darn person, and now they’re dead. wah.)
