Saying Goodbye to California – Part 1

August 18, 2015

We are currently at my parent’s home in Los Angeles, where we are in a rush to ready ourselves for our big departure.  I’m having a difficult time sleeping, and being in the joy of the moment.  Instead, stress takes over parts of my psyche as we add to our to-do lists (barely crossing off tasks!), shop for last minute necessities, spend too much and struggle with our budget.  I’ll blame some of my ill temper on the outrageous heat wave we are suffering, but know that much of my anxiety is driven by my own private demons. What am I so worried about that I can’t ease up?  Could it be our over-stuffed backpacks on the verge of exploding, our crazy home, car and health insurance issues, the rat’s nest of electronic cords and tech organization, the higher than anticipated travel costs, or the fact that we are stepping into the future unknown, trying to postpone thoughts of our return what-ifs for at least another 6 months.

Our trip through the glorious Redwoods already seems so long ago – those hours spent in awe of the sequoia semperviren giants, of both size and time. What about the children skinny-dipping in Aunt Peggy & Uncle Gary’s pool, and our 11 year wedding anniversary spent exploring Sacramento, another city of trees?  How about our East Bay reunion with Airtreks past and current coworkers, spanning almost 2 decades of friendship? Who can forget the ever giddy excitement of crossing the Bay bridge into beautiful San Francisco, and the criss-cross through the hilly streets of painted ladies, with magical, foggy vistas? The city surprises us with it’s changes, yet comforts us with its familiar landmarks, and good friends welcome us once again. Onward south we flee through green farmland valleys and rolling hills of brown. Oh, unattainable Santa Barbara, I so want to hate you, but it is simply not possible. Who knew how spectacular my first beach run could be? These are but a light caress of sweet memories.  I am thankful for these brief minutes typing and remembering, which have managed to wipe away my earlier panic and worry.

Please enjoy our visual highlights:

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  • Reply Kristina August 18, 2015 at 10:21 pm

    Ah ha! There’s more on your website! I’m going here from now on!

    It was a pleasure to get the picnic organized for you guys. And so great to meet you – finally!

    • Reply Sarah August 19, 2015 at 7:26 pm

      Hello Kristina, I will have to get more pictures of our picnic to you – so thankful for the great memories.

  • Reply Jennifer August 19, 2015 at 5:45 pm

    It looks like an amazing trip already. Where are those murals? The picture of your mom with the kids getting into the water is my favorite.

    • Reply Sarah August 19, 2015 at 7:22 pm

      Hello Jennifer! The murals are in an alley in the Mission (off Mission) – I can’t remember the street. That area has certainly changed! We are in the OC visiting Rob, Lesley and our new nephew. I hope all is well with you 🙂

    • Reply Daniel August 20, 2015 at 10:43 pm

      Hi Jennifer, the murals were on Clarion Aly between Valencia and Mission.

  • Reply Lisa August 27, 2015 at 4:42 pm

    I love the description of your private demons. This was the first quote I wrote down in my Costa Rica journal the night before I left: “We only have this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we’ve imagined.” – Michael Cunningham xoxox Cheers to all those kinds of hours ahead of you.

    • Reply Sarah August 28, 2015 at 12:05 pm

      Hello Lisa, Those private demons are persistent, but with one day to go, I am anxious and excited to be somewhere new. I’ll be chasing those fleeting moments of clarity and pure joy, which make all the hassle and stress worth it. We miss you and your family, and send you lots of love and best wishes for the coming year.

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