everything is supposed to make us tougher
Just spent the past few days moving into our new home (and still crazy enough to manage two Duran Duran shows this weekend too.)
I’m sore, overwhelmed, full of emotions, thrilled, excited, tired, happy.
I love our new house. It doesn’t quite feel like our home yet because there’s boxes everywhere and we haven’t yet made it our own. But I know it will get there in time.
I love the view from our new house. Cars whizzing down below on the 10 freeway. Hollywood Hills and San Gabriel Mountains in the background. Hollywood sign visible from the roof of our garage. At night, the city lights are like glittery gems or fairies filling up the sky. Squirrels run all over the back and front yards. And the birds! It’s a haven for an amazing variety of birds. A family of hawks live in the tall redwood in our front yard. Finches use puddles in our garden for baths. Songbirds wake us up to the rising sun every morning. It’s bliss.
To top it off, I saw my favorite band in the world with new and old friends. It’s always a reunion of sorts at shows like these. Meeting up with old pals and meeting new ones (randomly met someone from my Tiger List days last night). Both shows were incredible and quite emotional (for those who couldn’t be dancing with us). The guys sounded and looked fabulous. Their music always has a way to heal, to inspire, and to whip up crowds into a dancing frenzy. I’m looking forward to the San Diego show on Thursday as a nice way to cap off this tour.
And looking even more towards the future… of making our new house into our home and planning the next adventure, wherever it may take us.
ps. Happy Cinco de Mayo!
