Thursday, February 28, 2013
California, here I Come!
Right back where I started from... well not really as the old song goes. I started out here in NY, as I still am. But I have always dreamed of being a Californian.
I've been wastin' it away, friends. You know it. I know it. It's gotta end. Not life but the wasting it away part. I have this itching to go somewhere far away. I'm thinking Bali. Leave it to me to become a hermit for nearly 2 months and then take a trip to the farthest place in the world. When I told this idea to N and my parents they basically told me I am crazy, that I am going to either kidnapped or killed while over there alone and they forbid me to go. Nice to get support, huh? I mean look at these photos. How could anyone not want to go to Bali?? It was always a dream place of mine when I first cut out an article 15 years ago on Bali spas. (I looooove spas, especially when they are a quarter of the price here). 'So you're going to fly all around the world to go to a cheap spa?', said N.
Sure, I told him. I have the free award flight, I just need to get the visa and book the hotel.
"You're not going. I couldn't live with that guilt". (automatically assuming I will die there).
"What guilt? You're worst case scenerio-ing and nuts"!
That's how the conversation ended. And I still want to go to Bali.
Then I got an e-mail. It was from my sister wondering if I want to go out to California to house-sit for almost 2 weeks. Suddenly I snapped right out of this hermit hole I've been stuck in. Two weeks of free living in California??!! How could I not go.
So my news is good news for once. I am happy to say I booked the award ticket. No it is not to someplace exotic like Bali. In fact I read that while on unemployment you can't leave the country.
The ticket is to California. Here's the catcher: I only booked a One-Way!
This is my favorite city but not my first choice as really I have an urge to go someplace tropical, more exotic and far away. But the stay is free. Entirely free for almost 2 weeks.
Pet-sitting was something I used to do all through college and my 20s. I used to love dogs. Until a vicious crazy one attacked me 3 years ago. I haven't pet a dog since.
I've met their dog before as a hyper puppy. He's a Golden Retriever. I'm told they don't bite.
One of my resolutions lately is to get rid of my fears. This will be a first step with it. If I can get rid of my dog phobia, then I can get rid of others. Right?
So California it is. Life always seems good...better there. I hope it is for me, if only for 2 weeks..