I can’t believe it is already NYE…and yes, I’m back. I suppose I’m a few days earlier than I expected – I figured I wouldn’t be ready to blog again until around the eighth of January. The thing is, our move went really well. Christmas, with all the trimmings and even some decorations, happened. I even found and hung the stockings (and yes, I am still in full belief that I deserve a massive vacation for making that work!) We’re settling in and unpacking. I can’t say it feels like home yet, exactly (I’m still feeling like I have to hurry up and get done with whatever I’m doing at the time because I need to drive back to Orange County…), but we’re getting there.
It is an adjustment
It is actually colder (cooler?) here than in Rancho Santa Margarita. I woke up to ice on my car the other day, which made me laugh. I’m in hoodies and jeans most of the time. In fact, I’m wearing my Duran Duran hoodie right now – normally it’s way too thick for me to wear unless it is raining and cold – but it’s perfect for the mild winter here. I’m in heaven.
We’re adjusting to other things, too. Costco is about twice the distance from us (think big box “in bulk” warehouse if you’ve never heard of it), and my closest Target is two cities over. I’ve already had to lower the boom on my husband twice now for leaving the gate at the top of our driveway open, all because deer will come in, eat the plants and never want to leave. The thought of this makes me laugh. We’ve really gone from discussions of Teslas to tractors, and so far, we love it.
2019 is just hours away
2019 begins tomorrow, and I’m ready. I don’t feel wistful, or melancholy about things I should have done but wasn’t able to get accomplished. I left everything I had on the stage, so to speak. I feel like I’m at the beginning of something new, and right where I need to be. I have no idea what is coming, but like Duran Duran – I believe it is something very special.
Typically, I face each new year with a little apprehension. Normally, I want to believe the good stuff is just up ahead, but somehow by mid-January, I’m back to feeling the same sort of blahs I did the year prior. It isn’t a great cycle to be in. This year, I’m just not letting the blahs happen. My expectations for the year, should there really be any, is just to get comfortable in my new whereabouts. We’re going to get some chickens in the spring, so that’s going to be a brand new experience that I’m pretty sure will end up with me being the chicken mama. My husband, bless his crazy little heart, thinks we’re going to get and raise goats too.
Let me just say this: if the goats happen, I am DEFINITELY starting a blog, and maybe even a YouTube channel about that journey. I’ll let everyone know, because it would be hysterical. Teslas to tractors indeed.
Who knows what the new year will bring?
In the meantime, we’ve got that band to discuss. I hope that they’re all ready for some serious studio time in 2019. I’ve had a few kind (and apparently very hopeful) souls tell me that since DDHQ has tweeted something like “DD15 in 2019” that the album will definitely happen next year. Why set expectations like that?
Forgive me if I’m giving the band a little space. It isn’t that I don’t believe they can write and record in a single year, it is that I don’t think it is necessary to add to the laundry list of expectations. I have all the faith in the world that they’ll complete whatever project they’re working on – but not necessarily in some arbitrary time frame that me, or anyone else tries to set up for them. They’ll do it when they’re ready and not a second before. Meanwhile, I’ve got to get started with some research on chickens and chicken coops!*
Happy 2019, everybody!
*words I never thought I’d type. Anywhere. Ever.