Temporarily leaving New York for two and a half weeks really leaves a nonnative urbanite out of sync upon return.
For the first time in what felt like years, I actually felt emotionally and mentally removed from the physical place I left (New York) and more or less present in the physical place I was visiting (California, Portland). While it wasn't exactly a "relaxing vacation," I couldn't have felt more like I was back to my old, aimless self, during the pre-social work days (which was a luxury). Even though I complained about school and the turmoils of field placements almost everyday, I didn't realize how exhausting and miserable it really was. I really feel like my life has significantly changed over the past eight months, and will never revert back again even if I wanted it to. In fact, I don't think my life prior to signing this social work "contract" was particularly bohemian enough for me to drop all the frills that I care about, like clothes and over-accessorizing and putting makeup on. Not surprisingly, pretending like you don't care about the things you do care about is taxing. Finally, I could go home, and not have the burden of carrying a bunch of unfortunate lives in my tiny, tiny hands.
The question of the year has been: Why did I put myself through this?
There was one purpose for my getaway to California, which was to prepare and be a part of my sister's wedding. I still hate being home and it was certainly more stressful than I could imagine with the addition of my relatives and the baggage they bring with them. The only plus was that I think they finally respect me.
I can't imagine why anyone would want a big wedding. The preparation for my sister's wedding really proved it to me, but the actual ceremony and all the little things she wanted, the sentiment... it was all beautiful. I guess that's all that matters.
After several demanding days from the bride, and after it was all over, Cliff and I hung out with Stephen and Reb in Silverlake and Echo Park. We went on an exquisitely hot day (100 degrees+, as well as the wedding day), but there was decent planning involved.
After LA, Cliff and I headed to Portland. Highlights included thrifting, rose garden, the most amazing beach I've ever seen, Tillamook, and attempting a bonfire during an apparent state-wide fire ban.
Glad to be back in NY. Hate to be back in reality.
