Saturday, March 2, 2013
Ok, so living in Southern California, you would think we are used to year round summer. But not true. We DO have seasons. This afternoon, when I peeled myself off the couch after a movie-watching marathon (Argot and Flight) and stepped outside I was hit by - SPRING! Hooray. It felt like a caress.
I grabbed dog and husband and we went for a walk. Just a short one, because it's all my old dog can manage. But it was so nice to be out in the warm weather. It's funny how much the weather affects us. I always have a new sense of life and excitement when the weather changes. It reminds me of high school when you would whip out the shorts and tank tops and pretend to be "warm" when it was still 50 degrees out (in LA people get out down jackets for 50 degrees). It reminds me of horseback rides through the fields. Camping when there is still snow on the grounds. Just.....a change. A new beginning.
The walk wasn't anything special, but we did talk about plans for our guest bedroom/nursery. With a two bedroom home, I'm not really willing to sacrifice the guest bedroom entirely, so it will have to serve a dual purpose. I don't like that idea long-term, so does that mean another move in our future? I love our house. It's the perfect location, has a great FEEL to it, and is so light, airy, and pleasant. But three bedrooms would be wonderful. Ahhhh decisions.
The nice thing is, I thrive on change. I love moving houses. I like moving jobs. I like planning for future changes. I just like....the opportunity for something exciting and different. Good thing, huh? Because we're about to face the biggest change yet. In fact, that's what everyone says when you tell them. Everything is about to change and I hope you know nothing will ever be the same again. It's funny, they always say it so sagely and importantly and I feel like saying "Golly gee, are you sure? Honey, what did we get ourselves into??"
Speaking of change, the last few days I have started to feel pregnant. On my way to work Friday, I was a bit panicky that I might get sick in my car. Luckily, the trusty pack of Saltines I've been trucking around did the trick. This morning, I woke up and begged my husband to bring me some Tylenol (pregnancy headache??) and then he brought me an English muffin with toasted cheese to eat in bed. I swear I was hungover. I mean, didn't that same thing happen in college??
Anyhow, no real news. Just enjoying my first un-planned, un-busy weekend that we have had in months. Laying on the couch, looking at my sleeping dog, and contemplating change.
And you? Do you like change? Or do you find comfort in routine?
Took this picture at the canals by our house. Little unknown pockets of the city.