The Notorious B.I.G. raps my anthem this week as I’m about to head back to my old stomping grounds in the San Francisco Bay Area: “I’m going, going, back, back to Cali, Cali.” *SQUEE*
Yesterday it was 38 degrees outside and my husband actually said; “Was it supposed to be this warm today?” Talk about a heat wave! The winter heat didn’t last however, as it’s a nipply 16 degrees today and it’ll be a blistering 9 degrees on Thursday. It’s so cold that my teeth actually hurt when I’m outside. MY TEETH. Maybe this is why I am so over the moon about tagging along with Jeff on his business trip to California on Friday. We’re taking the kids and visiting our old hood for a week and hanging with my in-laws who have a place there. I cannot wait. Guys, it’s in the upper sixties and seventieeeeeeeeeeeees there. It’s suuuuuunnnnny. It’s sweatshirt weather. It’s…it’s…my fantasy to go there and not come back. Oops!
Moving to Indiana has been wonderful for my daughter Annabelle, and for welcoming our little 3 month old butter ball Leo. Annabelle has enjoyed the space that our larger house has provided, and she loves having a big yard to play in. And the most valuable aspect of living here is that our family is only 3 ½ hours away from us. They can come down on a whim and watch the kids so we can enjoy a night out. My mom can pop down to go with me and Annabelle to see Disney on Ice for a quickie trip. Instead of buying three plane tickets for a long flight from Cali to Indiana for Christmas, we simply loaded up the car for an easy drive up north while the kids slept. I absolutely love that.
All that being said; I can’t shake the feeling that sometimes I still wish I lived in the sunshine state, namely, when it’s 16 degrees here and 70 degrees there. Ugh. I feel guilty about it, too. Isn’t it funny that I lived there for 6 years and I’m totally seeing it as a super fun vacation now? Why did I move???? Idk, I was preggo, hormonal, and not thinking clearly. *Shrugs shoulders* Anyway, I can’t wait to see my Cali friends, and to eat at my favorite restaurants. I want to get my nails done at my go-to nail salon. And for some reason, I am extremely curious to whether Annabelle will remember much about her former life. I want to go by our old house and see if she looks at it any differently than any other house. Will it feel familiar to her 8 months later? Will she recognize our neighbor’s kids? I’m fascinated by what her memory will recall at two years old.
I’m just looking forward to getting out of the Polar Vortex of the Midwest, enjoying great weather, and reverting back to an enthusiastic tourist and enjoying all that the Bay Area has to offer; like San Francisco eats and shopping, Trolly Rides, the Golden Gate Bridge, and Napa Valley! If my next blog is about putting my house up for sale and moving back West, please shoot me.