California

"Going to California with an achin' in my heart..."

I did exactly that in 2005. December 13th, I took a plane to Sacramento.

I wanted away from Indiana, from the Richmond Muncie Lafayette Bloomington New Castle Indianapolis Hammond polygon of my life and travels. I was meeting and staying with a guy. I had no interest in said guy, altough if he turned out to be good for me, and worth dating, I wouldn't have argued. (As for going three thousand miles away to stay with someone I'd only known over the internet, and only for about eight months, I was pretty depressed and would have looked forward to being murdered with an icepick as a 'new experience') He wasn't good for me. He was fine for a friend, but not dateable. Self centered and controlling, no thanks, already tried that.

I loved California in December. Windy and wet, but warm. The weather made me feel so... alive, whenever I stepped out into it. I love water. I love showers and baths, swimming pools, any natural body of water. So I was thrilled to find out that he lived less than a quarter mile from the Sacramento River, which is an impossiby wide, speedy, unstoppable force in December, which is in the rainy season.

I loved it. B, the guy I was staying with, not so much, He hated the outdoors.

Finish later.