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It is Saturday morning, a clear blue-skied day in Southern California! As though I never left, I'm jumping right back into my life in Santa Monica. Today's endeavors: 9:30 yoga class at Shakti Yoga, a walk through the Santa Monica Farmer's Market, and an al fresco breakfast at Rocken Wagner Bakery on Wilshire. Then, my quest for a home! Here I go.
I'm driving around looking for "For Rent" signs and a place to live. My parameters are to be bewteen San Vicente, Wilshire, Ocean Ave. and 23rd. Following my new rule of life- Go directly to what you want, I drive by the cottage that I've been visualizing myself living in for well over a year. Just North of Montana Avenue, off of Ocean Avenue, there is a little wee community of cottages laid out in a "U" shape. They are small and quaint, and look as though Snow White lives there. That is where I want to live. I know the address of the unit in which I'd like to reside. I've thought about it, written about it, told my friends about it. Let's see if I can manifest it.
My dearest and most long-standing friend, Jessica, has just made her daily check-in call with me. Thank God for Jess. She encourages me and rallies me continually, always reminding me of my previous accomplishments lest I forget. So were were just chuckling about me driving around with all of my possessions in tow, when Jess offered that I'm like a camel, with belongings piled on. "We should just call you 'Camel Melanie', no wait! Just 'Cam-Mel', Camel!" Call me a camel, woman who travels with all of her most cherished possessions from here to there and everywhere.
3:00PM I am exhausted. I'm too tired to create. Too tired to drive around looking for a place to live. Sleep, I need sleep. I'm actually having a difficult time realizing that I'm really here. It's as though my body is here, but my consciousness is still on the journey. It's so surreal. I just drove across America and now I'm here. I think I just felt my knees buckle. It is almost unbelievable that I am here.
I'm driving around looking for "For Rent" signs and a place to live. My parameters are to be bewteen San Vicente, Wilshire, Ocean Ave. and 23rd. Following my new rule of life- Go directly to what you want, I drive by the cottage that I've been visualizing myself living in for well over a year. Just North of Montana Avenue, off of Ocean Avenue, there is a little wee community of cottages laid out in a "U" shape. They are small and quaint, and look as though Snow White lives there. That is where I want to live. I know the address of the unit in which I'd like to reside. I've thought about it, written about it, told my friends about it. Let's see if I can manifest it.
My dearest and most long-standing friend, Jessica, has just made her daily check-in call with me. Thank God for Jess. She encourages me and rallies me continually, always reminding me of my previous accomplishments lest I forget. So were were just chuckling about me driving around with all of my possessions in tow, when Jess offered that I'm like a camel, with belongings piled on. "We should just call you 'Camel Melanie', no wait! Just 'Cam-Mel', Camel!" Call me a camel, woman who travels with all of her most cherished possessions from here to there and everywhere.
3:00PM I am exhausted. I'm too tired to create. Too tired to drive around looking for a place to live. Sleep, I need sleep. I'm actually having a difficult time realizing that I'm really here. It's as though my body is here, but my consciousness is still on the journey. It's so surreal. I just drove across America and now I'm here. I think I just felt my knees buckle. It is almost unbelievable that I am here.
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