reunited

wine country

We were together for six years.

We had an on-again, off-again relationship the following thirteen years.

I’ve been looking to move back to Sonoma County ever since I went to college here. Now we’re together again. Finally.

I told you that one of my never-ending proposals would come through. It’s a numbers game, right? The more proposals I make, the better chance I have at one of them saying yes. I’m pretty greedy, so I don’t expect to stop anytime soon. I’m building up to asking a human one day. Or a robot. Which one is better? I can’t decide. Can I have both?

They say “you can’t go home again” and that is most likely true. I have to get to know the area again because it has changed and so have I. But after all of these years, I’ve never fallen out of love with this part of the country.

Let’s see where the romance takes me this time ‘round…

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My parents' house

My parents’ house

Los Angeles was my home for over ten years.

Now my home is where I spent the first 21 years of my life.

The differences between the two cities are immense.  The city of Los Angeles has well over 3.8 million people living within its domain.  The county I’m living in now has about 450,000.  The town I’m in?  About 15,000.

But this isn’t a lesson on demographics, it’s a lesson on how to adjust, and I don’t have the answers yet.  Instead, all I have are questions:  How come there aren’t any store employees checking my receipt as I exit Home Depot?  Why are cars stopping to let me walk across the street?  Where will I get my milk tea fix?  Will I lose my edge, my street smarts?

Okay, I have to confess, I never really did have street smarts.  Maybe I’ve always been small town all along.