Other things and places foundational to my life here--the things that mark this place as home for me:
Sunset Blvd, its restaurants, its street art.
My bungalow, which I affectionately call Bungalungaloo. I'm currently in the process of getting a fourth leaning bookshelf, which will be full the second I reorganize when it gets here. And then I will have ZERO room for any books, which means I'll have to read everything I've already got. Or move. Moving's more expensive. Ain't nobody got time for that.
N and her place on the west side. Even a brief 30 minutes there yesterday post-parking ticket, post-buying a new bike calmed me down drastically. Because I was also a little worked up about the fact that there were approximately 10-12 dead bees under a table at Urth Caffe in Santa Monica.
Postcards sent to my very own hipster address with the 1/4th in it. Postcards from the other places I call home.
My PhD skool people, whom I love, whom I intend to adventure with all semester.
The smell of the ocean.
So now I'm saying goodbye to my summer. The most wonderful summer I've ever had. And here I was all anxious and fussy thinking that I could never have a summer better than my last. Teacher boot camp starts tomorrow at 9am. L and I are riding bikes down there, because who the hell wants to sit in rush hour traffic for two hours? I'm ordering my books from the shop up the street. I've got a giant novel to finish reading, an article to finish writing, and another article to finish revising all before school really gets into full swing at the end of August. I'm looking forward to so much this semester. New classes with new people and new professors, the &Now conference in Boulder, teaching again, finally!, writing all the things, submitting all the things, and going to all these sweet shows.
Oh, and Sunset Blvd provided me with a good reminder on my walk to lunch with L this afternoon. The realist in me scoffs. The romantic & masochist & hard fucking worker in me revel.