I’ve spent some 1 month and 3 weeks here in sunny Cali, except gloomy today. I enjoyed driving thru their orderly traffic and wide streets. I enjoyed being more in control of my travel time as there were no street congestions, at least where I stayed. I enjoyed the views of valleys and trees. I enjoyed hosing the grass and plants. Now I know why our maids spend so much time hosing our tiny garden and wasting water. The process is liberating and relaxing.
I have enjoyed a little bit of freedom. But that freedom came with a price. I felt so alone, I felt sad in a way because I missed home. I terribly missed my family. I missed hugging my son. Although he is now 21, in my heart and in my mind he would forever be my baby. I missed hanging-out wth my daughter. I missed a good conversation with my husband. And I also missed my work, although I hope I would not feel overwhelmed when I get back.
