It Happened Again

The way I forget to remember things is starting to get annoying.
begins the rant.

I am at a Starbucks a few gates from the one I will be boarding through in about half an hour. It's  not my favorite option but I thought a Mocha was a good idea. It wasn't. I also keep forgetting to remember that when I travel, my body likes only water and saltine crackers. Not exactly the gourmet experience you think of when you imagine vacation but I guess there are plenty of other things to enjoy during the "getting there" stage of it all.

I am not ready to go back to California yet. I said good bye to my mom a few days ago and it wasn't enough time. I said goodbye to my dad this morning and my time with him wasn't enough either. I said good bye to my sisters and with them, it's the same story. I don't want to leave. There are a million reasons I love the life I choose to live, including the part where I get to visit my family and my homeland, but leaving my family is not an okay part of it at all. I keep reminding myself of the positives but my heart is still fairly sad.

I am so excited to spend my last few weeks of summer on Crowley Lake, with friends I call my family. I am anxious to get back out rock climbing and back to work. I have a lovely life, I just wish it were closer to Michigan. I am actually looking forward to the final leg of my journey, the 6 hour drive from LA to Mammoth. I love driving.

I love people watching, also. I love writing short stories in my head, one for each person, describing where we all came from and how we came to be here. I stop as soon as I notice myself judging but I usually end up smiling instead of judging, because it warms my heart to see families, people in love, people falling in love with life itself. I usually get a few funny looks for my seemingly pointless smile, but occasionally I giggle to myself because I realize how silly I look and even more occasionally I see someone else smile, or giggle at me as well. Mission accomplished. California, here I come.