It's been more than a week now since I landed down on that rainy Tuesday evening into my new east coast adventure. And although the sway of palm trees still teases at my subconscious, my cat on the other hand seems to have nothing to say about the past. It's as if his time back there in the sun hadn't happened at all, as I watch him stare at the beautiful pines in my parent's back yard; those trees giving him just as much delight as anything else he had experienced on the opposite coast.
So there it was just sitting in my parent's driveway when I returned home today, a glaring reminder of its past and mine, staring right back at me from its bumper. Of course it is different from all the rest at this moment, with a story so unique it will make their mouths water with jealously. But soon enough, it will be just like the others, driving to and fro; just another clone, sitting in rush hour traffic.
After a three hour journey last Saturday, we finally arrived at the new "uncomplicated" life my brother has chosen in Vermont. It felt like I was walking around in a fairytale, with a town so charming your face started to ache with all the smiling you were doing. It was a life that traded convenience, for simple, and was so opposite of the one I had been living in Los Angeles, it was
hard to believe anybody could be happy there. But these days, my brother might as well write the word "happy" on his forehead in permanent marker, because he's more content than I've ever seen him in his entire life. And I must admit that after spending the day there, I believe I did indeed catch out of the corner of my eye, a quick glimmer of the magic that lives there, as it peeked out at me from behind a tree, watching us pull away back into the city.
Mother's day came again this year, as expected of course, but this time I didn't have to say my goodbyes, but instead, I started staying my hellos. It was a feeling so good that it was hard to believe I waited all these years to feel it.
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