Unmoored

My head is filled up with lists--to do lists, packing lists, shopping lists. I feel stuffed with cotton and about as creative as a wet sock. We're moving by the beginning of next week...and there's so much I want to say about California--and I will, when I have unfettered access to my computer--TEG has been using it, as his is in the shop. I want to talk about how the sky is like music, and the sun looks like a triumphant aria might, all crescendoes and crescendoes. About how the profusion of flowers reminds me of sari shopping in India...just abundance and drunken color everywhere.

But Madam needs me now.

I miss being here...I miss reading all of your wisdom and humor and discoveries on your blogs. I feel adrift--loosening my ties to one home without entering into the next.

I'll see you all when I'm all moved. I might be 33 by then (it's my birthday week this week, so have a drink with an umbrella in my name, since I can't do it myself yet!). And I won't be a Californian anymore, at least physically. But who knows what the next few years will bring? I'm excited to meet myself-in-the-future. But I don't think California and I are quite done with each other yet.

(and a note about comments, that I originally posted below in the Ache post):

"I never know quite how to respond to your comments...in email (but what if you are commenting without it linked?), in the comments section (but will you come back and read it)? But I needed to tell you how incredibly inspirational and helpful and thought-provoking your comments are. Not just for this post, but for all of them. They truly help me keep writing, and for that I thank you all from the bottom of my heart."