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Friday morning, 6:00 AM, I am departing, where am I? Oh, yes, I'm in Flagstaff, Arizona. I don't even know anymore, I've been so many places. No rushing this morning because my body woke-up at 4:30 AM, which coincidentally would be 6:30 East Coast time, and right on time. Strangely, I felt no need to rush this morning. I actually feel a little bit of trepidation because today is the day I drive on into L.A. and I don't know where I'm living. My friend Robert has graciously offered to let me stay with him, which is great. I have a place to land. But I'm not really excited about that because I would like to be in my own place, taking my stuff out of my car. There are so many unknown variables. I'm not quite sure now that I'm getting there, what my life actually going to look like on a day to day basis. So, um, I'm not real anxious to be rushing in that direction. The journey has been fun, and now I'll have to actually go and live it out, which I'm confident is going to be okay, but I'm still a little bit nervous.
In an effort to be proactive, I've reposted my posts on Craig's List to advertise myself for Housesitting and the other I've posted under seeking housing- "Visualizing a cottage in Santa Monica."
It's 9:15 am and I've just crossed over the California state line. How do I feel? I feel a little weak, a little bit frightened. There's no turning back, not that I want to turn back. I feel confident in my decision to move, but man, I wonder what's going to happen next?
How fascinating.... An inspection station to get into the state of California?! I've not encountered an Inspection Station to pass into any other state in the nation. I pull up, this is the exchange, "Good morning Maam. Where are you traveling from? Any fruits, vegetables or plants with you?" "No? Have a good day." And I'm ushered through. Whoopee! California, here I come.
10:30 AM. Wow, Premium gas is $3.19 per gallon, now that I've entered California.
I am driving towards snow-capped mountains. It is so beautiful and expansive and exciting. I love this land. I feel like I am home. It is 11:00 AM, I'm about thirty minutes East of San Bernandino, CA. I should be arriving in less than two hours into L.A. I had no idea that the mountains of San Bernadino were drop-dead gorgeous! It's killing me that I have to focus on the road and not look around. They are stunning and sculpturally appealing, and verdant green. These mountains are inspiring.
12:20 PM, Pacific Coast time. I did it! I'm back in Santa Monica, as though I never left. It has been less than a month since my visit back here to see if this felt like the right place for me. I'm blown away. I'm absolutely blown away! Just like that I'm right back in the fold. Amen. I am home. I give thanks for my safe passage.
Melanie, Warrior Princess. Conquering fear & worry every step of her journey, banishing the illusion of safety, being fully present and alive in each moment. I just drove across America and I feel like I can do ANYTHING!
In an effort to be proactive, I've reposted my posts on Craig's List to advertise myself for Housesitting and the other I've posted under seeking housing- "Visualizing a cottage in Santa Monica."
It's 9:15 am and I've just crossed over the California state line. How do I feel? I feel a little weak, a little bit frightened. There's no turning back, not that I want to turn back. I feel confident in my decision to move, but man, I wonder what's going to happen next?
How fascinating.... An inspection station to get into the state of California?! I've not encountered an Inspection Station to pass into any other state in the nation. I pull up, this is the exchange, "Good morning Maam. Where are you traveling from? Any fruits, vegetables or plants with you?" "No? Have a good day." And I'm ushered through. Whoopee! California, here I come.
10:30 AM. Wow, Premium gas is $3.19 per gallon, now that I've entered California.
I am driving towards snow-capped mountains. It is so beautiful and expansive and exciting. I love this land. I feel like I am home. It is 11:00 AM, I'm about thirty minutes East of San Bernandino, CA. I should be arriving in less than two hours into L.A. I had no idea that the mountains of San Bernadino were drop-dead gorgeous! It's killing me that I have to focus on the road and not look around. They are stunning and sculpturally appealing, and verdant green. These mountains are inspiring.
12:20 PM, Pacific Coast time. I did it! I'm back in Santa Monica, as though I never left. It has been less than a month since my visit back here to see if this felt like the right place for me. I'm blown away. I'm absolutely blown away! Just like that I'm right back in the fold. Amen. I am home. I give thanks for my safe passage.
Melanie, Warrior Princess. Conquering fear & worry every step of her journey, banishing the illusion of safety, being fully present and alive in each moment. I just drove across America and I feel like I can do ANYTHING!
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