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Published: November 18th 2018
Well, hello there. You see that I am writing this blog from Monterey, California? How did this happen, you ask? You thought I was going to stay in Chicago forever, you say? Well, that gig sort of did not work out for me and one August morning in 2017 I realized it was finally time to go back to California. A few months later I packed up my things as the snow quietly fell and left my beloved Chicago community in January. Although I miss it dearly
, I realized the best thing for me was to not look back for the time being. And I have not looked back since.
Friends, I literally live in paradise. Monterey County is unlike other parts of California. It is just a wonderful enclave all to its own. The weather remains a constant cool 60 degrees, with a lovely mysterious fog hugging the coast in the morning, darling sunshine beaming in the day, and the fingers of chill gripping the dark nights. I hear we get some sort of precipitation in the winter in the form of rain and more fog. But it’s all so beautiful and adds to the lovely mystery
of this coast. The other day I was driving home and I saw a shooting star fall from the sky and magically disappear. “Is this real life?” I whispered. Until I moved here, I had not even seen the stars in a very long time.
Did I mention I live a mile from the Pacific Ocean?
When I moved to Monterey, I was terrified. I did not know a single soul, and after my difficult work experiences in Chicago I was so afraid I was going to go through the same awful experiences again. My father graciously helped me move into my loft (which, evidentially, running up and down the stairs during the morning rush can be less fun than I anticipated). A feeling of dread and loneliness sunk in when I watched him leave. I just did not want him to go. But, unbeknownst to me at the time, that night would be the only night I would ever feel alone again.
Work is incredible. I was immediately welcomed into a good humoured, good-natured, and very hard-working team of professionals whose backgrounds and life stories are unparalleled to any co-workers I’ve had
before. The work itself is diverse, it is fast paced, and it can be stressful at times. But I am learning and growing in a direction that feels right. Remarkably, I am receiving more knowledge and experience in this provincial community than I ever did in any big city. (So far, knock on wood!) I am happy.
And, in the most unexpected places in the most unexpected ways, I met someone. Well, I have met many wonderful people, but two stand out in particular. The first is this amazing human and work soul mate who ponders the world in the same manner that I do, and even expands my understanding of life events as they arise. We analyse, we laugh, I snort.* She is clever, she is educated, and she is so damn funny in a way that only those with a key can unlock. We exist on the same wavelength, and our friendship blossoms with each passing week.
The second is someone nearer to my heart. When we met, I felt a bolt of lightning strike between us. The busy world around us blurred, and his spirit radiating through his body was the
only thing I could focus on. He’s unbelievably sweet, he’s passionate and sensitive, and he has no problem telling someone to fuck off. And I love all of it. He absorbs all of my eclectic know-hows, and appreciates all of my idiosyncrasies. We have shared many wonderful laughs over meals together. And when we have a moment of laughter, it stems from my core, travels through my heart, and radiates throughout my entire body. I have not laughed like that with anyone else before. Even now months later when we pass by each other, that same exact feeling of when we first met washes over me. I melt.
A conclusion does not feel appropriate here because there is no conclusion to this story yet. My new life is just beginning.
*Apparently, much like Grace Adler, I snort when I laugh too hard.
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