From when we started driving through the arid desert-scape that stretches out and takes up a significant part of The West, I was apprehensive as to how I would feel on returning to Los Angeles after a year, as a visitor.
We don't own a home here and have no plan on living in LA, at least not in the near future.
When we hit traffic way out east in the Inland Empire and I started seeing all to familiar landmarks, I wondered what we were doing back. Why had I uprooted us weeks before Cindy's job was over? Why show up in town with nowhere to stay and without Cindy. Hadn't the whole point about our decision been about being together as a family?
I would feel like I had made a horrible mistake for the next few hours, until I saw the Pacific.
When I saw that great dark blue expanse that filled the horizon, I was at peace with my decision. Ecstasy coursed through me. I let the ocean breeze with salt in its spray glide over me and fill my lungs and nostril and head and ... I was happy and content.