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You can go home again...

...that's sort of the problem.

So, four days in the Bay Area, roughly speaking. It was weird how not weird it was. Everything looked exactly the same, like I'd only gone to bed and woke up the next morning, rather than being elsewhere for three years. And though the Bay Area's green is Earth to the Phoenix area's dry, orangey Mars, it wasn't jarring in the least. All in all, it was like, "Oh, this place."

I met my grandnephew, finally (pics later), caught up with old pals, and did a little bit of walking to compensate for the eating (not nearly enough, natch).

Thanksgiving was celebrated at a favorite restaurant of mine in the Castro that was having a traditional menu. Mom and I drove into town and had some time to kill before our reso, so I tooled around some of my old hoods, and I just had this ugh reaction. I had decided two years ago to set my new novel in San Francisco, since it's the one large city of sufficiently intriguing character that I know really well, but it's like I know it too well, you know? There's baggage there and I sort of bristled against it on Thursday.

Then Friday, I returned to have lunch with friends and wander around and my feelings softened up a bit. You write what you know.

I am so tuckered now I think I will sit in this chair all day in a semi-supine position and watch the tube. But I might get up later and change 'cause this sweatshirt smells like a hotel room. You know that smell? Like some kind of universal detergent they all use.

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chaos_by_design
Nov. 28th, 2010 03:25 pm (UTC)
Going home is always a little weird. I'll probably experience something similar when I go to VT for X-Mas. I thought about moving back there, but decided against it as I didn't want to live in a place where I'd bump into constant reminders of stupid things I did in my 20s.
masqthephlsphr
Nov. 28th, 2010 03:32 pm (UTC)
Oh boy, it'd be like me returning to Houston where I lived from age 21-25, or Sacramento/Davis (age 27-32).

I AM currently living where I lived ages 25-27, but I'm pretty removed from where I used to hang out back then.

To go home, to REALLY go home, I'd have to return to Southern California, but jeez, that was so long ago I don't know *what* kind of associations I'd have.
chaos_by_design
Nov. 28th, 2010 08:12 pm (UTC)
*nods*

I'm still trying to figure out how to get some associations here. It's challenging, being an introvert homebody and all.
masqthephlsphr
Nov. 28th, 2010 10:10 pm (UTC)
Well, forcing yourself to get out is about the only way it's going to work. Thing is, if you can hook up with the right people, you don't have to keep going back out after that. You have your people.
chaos_by_design
Nov. 28th, 2010 11:51 pm (UTC)
Oh, I know. I was just kvetching.
markeyisapunk
Nov. 28th, 2010 10:31 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you went back Friday. home is different things on different days with different people. I hope your novel sings.
masqthephlsphr
Nov. 28th, 2010 11:26 pm (UTC)
Yeah, it was good to see it through the eyes of friends. I will have to revisit it many times to get the tone of my novel living in that place.

And thanks!
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