Wait… the sun sets on the other side of me? what?

I’d like to say I’m delighted to be here and every moment is a morsel of joy… but I’m still getting acclimated to this coast.

I don’t despise it here, but I don’t feel like I fit in just right or just yet. And it’s not an east coast thing… it’s a ME not in California thing… although, the stepford factor is a tad higher here and it’s freaky, but I do have the minivan so it’s like my suburban camouflage.

Everyone has been awesome with love, hugs, dinner and distractions… so, thank you. But, will someone tell my subconscious that we’re done moving for now? I have hours and hours of dreams of waking up in different places and not knowing where I am. Sort of like those closet doors in Monsters, inc. Another side note… the stress fallout is doing a number on the body. Seems like anything I do… exercise, stress etc catches up with me exactly 3 weeks later. It’s freaky. I lose weight in 3 week spurts, have good mental health 3 weeks after exercising and any stress finds me in 3 weeks. So, things on me are broken and I’ll have to have a grand re-opening later, please excuse the mess.

I’m going to give it another month before I run screaming to delta.com to get a plane ticket. Then, in a year, if this doesn’t feel like home I’m moving back. But, a lot can happen in a year. Just as a lot can happen in a few weeks.

Thanks to the wonders of having awesome friends, I have been offered 2 art gigs, one design gig and I’m painting a stool. Oh, and I’m making a bunch of stuff for someone else, too.

Point is, the store leaves and the vacuum of time and space fills it with other stuff. Thank you vacuum and thank you friends :)

Now… to get used to this whole “new state” thing. And, find a starbucks that can make a good freaking macchiato. dammit.

P.S… Store landlord refuses to give me my $2000 deposit back. Claims the $175 worth of crappy fluorescent lighting I took down set him way back. Oh, and the new tenant that I sent his way gets one free month’s rent because they are gutting the place and I should have to pay for that. Ummm… when we got it, there were rodents living in there and we dropped thousands upon thousands of dollars cleaning it up. The roof leak, the insurance guy… all the problems and I took the TIME to clean it up RIGHT when I left… and I still don’t get the deposit back. I wish harm in the form of explosive diarrhea. That is all.