We've been official San Diego residents for almost 3 months now. We have our driver's licenses; we are registered to vote and we've done a change of address with all our subscriptions and creditors. We have new bank accounts and new routines. It's all good. We know we made the right decision, but inevitably we miss "home."
It takes a while for a new city to feel like home. The things that I loved about where I came from just pop into my mind with a sweet sadness that tempts me to wonder if we made the right decision. Top of the list, of course, are the people we left behind. I can pick up the phone, but it's not like leaning in over a cup of coffee at Starbucks, confiding leisurely and intimately nose to nose.
But it's time to focus on the things I love about my new city and new friends. They are enough to ease the angst. Even better is anticipating all the things I are going to grow to love that haven't even appeared or taken shape yet.
Today it hit me that I can have suede shoes. I love suede shoes, but they were an expensive luxury in Seattle. The chances of getting caught in the rain or stepping in a puddle were constant--a sure death notice for suede shoes. Since I've been in San Diego, I've purchased THREE pair of suede shoes! I now own a black pair, a brown pair and the piece de resistance is a pair of Charger-blue open-toed wedges.
I wore them for what turned out to be the Charger's last game in the playoffs. My grandsons commented that I missed the whole effect because I should've had my toenails painted yellow--next year....
In the meantime, my all-time favorite team is still a contender for the Superbowl and they play on this Sunday. I've put away my Charger-blue suede wedges (supremely cute, though they be) and this Sunday it will be all Seahawk blue and green. And if it had happened that the Chargers had played the Seahawks? It's Hawks all the way, baby! Go hawks!!!
I'm adjusting, but some things just take time!
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