I don’t leave home very often, and I like it that way. I can’t remember the last time I stayed in a hotel, so being away from home in a strange place is weird to say the least. The hardest thing for me the first night away was staying in a hotel in a city, next to a highway with traffic so loud I barely got any sleep. I’m so spoiled from living in B.F.C., where we rarely hear a car go by so it makes it very difficult to fall asleep when there is lot of ambient noise. The hotel was kind enough to move me across the hall, to the side of the hotel that overlooks a golf course. At least I should be able to get some much needed sleep tonight. I miss my honey and all my kitty kids so much, and I’ve only been gone 36 hours. Only 156 to go. But since I’m in a place that has much better internet service I figured I’d take the opportunity to upload a bunch of pictures that have been stacking up in the queue. First up is more pics added to the Spring 2009 gallery, and I’m working on galleries for the rest of the kitty kids to get posted before I head back home. Being away is hard, but it also makes me grateful for being able to live where I do. It may be inconvenient sometimes, but it is so beautiful and peaceful and there isn’t anywhere else I’d rather be.
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August 7th, 2009 at 9:18 pm
Isn’t it amazing to totally love where you live? I had places in LA when I was young that I really loved, but, despite being an LA native, I was never in love with the city. Tolerated it, at best.
But NOW! Oh. My. God. I am in love with my new home AND my new city – well, it is not totally new, we have been here a year now, but it has not lost one iota of it’s beauty and vibrancy.
Who would have ever thought when we were taking a break and having a cigarette outside of Room A at Warner Hollywood that our lives were going to go in such a direction?
Dare we say we are happy?
August 12th, 2009 at 8:52 am
Yeah, if you would have told me back then that in a few years I’d be living in B.F.C. I would have laughed you right off the stage! I never truly “loved” L.A. either; it was the place where I was born and raised and that was about it. I have always loved the mountains, and have always wanted to have a large piece of property where I could hear myself think – or not. One of the things I love most about where I live now is how quiet it is. The first few nights here were a little scary because it was so quiet, but now when I travel I find that noise is the first thing I get tired of and I long for our peaceful property in the pines.