Bad weather just as we left California was dispiriting, that has to be said. Other than that, California 2012 was a success. I ate a million tacos, hung out with old friends, visited family, ate See's candy, watched Idiot Abroad, and learned that Downton Abby is worth the hype.
It was hard to leave, as it always is. Coming back to New York in late January is, well--let's get serious--it blows. I brought back a Babysitter's Club Super Special to read when I get lonesome.
The flight home was fine. I watched three episodes of Tabitha's Salon Takeover while sitting perfectly still so Edie would stay asleep in my arms.
We had a friend apartment sit for us, and when we got back tonight there was milk and coke in the fridge, and candy on the table. I think this is what it must be like to be rich. James and I installed Edie on the living room floor, and stretched out beside her to eat Thai food and read Entertainment Weekly.
It's good to be home, of course. It's just that sometimes, sometimes, I wish my home were in California . . . along with my heart.