Well, after one blown tire on the moving truck, one missed flight to Cali, a bunch of (possibly) valuable boxes, shelves, lamps, etc., left behind at our rental because our truck was too small, and various other minor emergencies, including many hours of listening to crying kitties, we are in California. Thanks for all your good wishes and thoughts.
I was feeling a little stressed and weepy yesterday after our walk-through seeing how very small our little one-bed-one-bath apartment that we’ve committed a year to was, although I still love San Diego and love the neighborhood we’ll be living in. I wondered if I was going to die of claustrophobia. Then I went to dinner and had “tiny plate” food and they played that OC theme song about California. It made me laugh.
On the plane I sat next to a woman who works for the Navy and on the side volunteers with homeless and troubled teens. She works with hovercrafts, which I thought sounded very futuristic. My father was stationed at Camp Pendleton in Oceanside when he was a young marine, and he took his very first college class (he ended up getting a Phd in Engineering) a couple of miles from our new apartment. It’s like I have nostalgia for my Dad’s early adulthood out here. I think I know what he loved out here – the people walking around in bathing suits at the end of September, the flowers everywhere (even had a little hummingbird come up to my window yesterday) and the interesting landscapes. On the downside, my hair looks terrible in the high, high humidity. Hope the high humidity goes away soon or I’ll need a pixie cut or a lot of hats.
Tomorrow is the first day of my new class at National University. I’m still a little apprehensive since this is my first time teaching an online graduate poetry class. My brain is absolute mush from the stress of the move. Hope I’ll be able to string a couple of coherent sentences together!