We took M to Los Angeles (and Portland) for a three-week holiday. I'm still thinking of the time spent with my family in California, the sunshine, the ocean, the tamale-filled festivities. One day, while staying at my sister's house, we walked to the neighborhood pokē restaurant. It was a breezy 80 degree day, in late December. I stared up at the towering palm trees and my thoughts swirled around how cold it must be in DC.
I always enjoy time with family but, with M now in our lives, those interactions take on another level of meaning for me (sorry if that sounds blow-hardy). I'm starting to wonder if I would be fine with my daughter seeing her cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents -- in many ways, her (and my) cultural anchors - once or twice a year tops. I'm not so sure. Yet, I'm not exactly ready to move back to California either.
There are other things I'm thinking about, some more frivolous than others, but someone is calling for me.
And my time is up.
There are other things I'm thinking about, some more frivolous than others, but someone is calling for me.
And my time is up.
