Moki survived another 14 hour flight held in a carrier that looked like a prison. He was mad but alive and happy to be back in his native land. I was too, much more than in my own native Italy.
Now I am so tired that I can barely write. I did not even put my phone on so it does not start ringing and I do not have to talk. Antisocial, I know. But I am painfully aware of my low energy level in this moment. I need to take it easy and go by priorities. First one is buying a car and I still did not clear my mind about my needs in that department.
Talking real estate, I am quite uncertain. It's a very peculiar moment and buying might not be the best solution for the first time in years, even in the super-expensive L.A. market where rents are just crazy. We'll see.
The place I temporarily rent in Topanga is beautiful, though. Frogs and hummingbirds and running creeks are the only noisy creatures around. No traffic noise, no smog. Warm but not too hot. And the canyon residents are the usual mix of hippy-zippy-yoga gurus and artists. Fits me well right now.
Pictures in the next post, when I'll be more alive.
fantastico!!!
Posted by: Luciana | May 31, 2009 at 07:55 AM