Wow. This move is still a bit surreal. I can’t say I ever pictured myself as a California girl. For reasons that seem to require a long explanation, though, here I am. And now that I’m here, well, I’m starting to get it. I’ve moved into a sweet little neighborhood filled with cozy old houses, well-tended gardens, and dog lovers. The weather is fine and the people are friendly. And it feels like a very fresh start.
I promised my mom some photos, so…
One of my neighbors has a very funky, all-cactus garden…
…complete with notations on the names of plants…
… and some not-so-native critters.
Most of the gardens look more like this:
(I haven’t seen any bears yet, but this lawn has some awesome grapevines.)
There are palm trees, though not as many as you might expect.
I know this is a pile of yard trash. I am amused by the presence of two perfectly edible lemons in the heap. I also found about 10 avocados on the sidewalk up the block, and if they hadn’t each been nibbled on by the neighborhood blackbirds, I would have taken them home with me.
Bagel took his first trip on an airplane (by himself!), and he arrived without incident. He’s a world traveler now. (I can tell he wants me to keep those stickers on, because they make him look like a badass.)
At this point, he’s pretty much settled in.