While I was pleasantly surprised at the demeanor of the New York City populace (contrary to popular opinion, they were quite friendly — and much to the chagrin of my honey for my method of discovery), I realize how thankful I am for not living there, where the first leg of our journey culminated.
Our venture to the East Coast was one of love and adventure —wedding, family reunion, new territory for me to be introduced to, adding visuals to all my sweetheart’s childhood stories — and it didn’t end there! We flew back directly to the Live Oak Music Festival near Santa Barbara. The fun continued for four more days.
From the green rolling hills of Pennsylvania to the golden brown mountains of California, people are people are people. Sure, the festival is basically a large party (how’s that for discreet, Jan?), but I know for a fact that when you greet and address people with love and caring, they respond accordingly.
I know that little kids are inherently happy until they start taking on their parent’s head trips. I know there is nothing so sweet as the sound of a little girl singing the “abc song” in the next tent over. Why does a silo and 200-year-old barn in the middle of a verdant 100-acre corn field evoke such feelings of home for some of us?
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It was so hard to leave Ed’s daughters, but I’m sooo looking forward to seeing my young son, who’s been holding down the fort for us while we’ve been gone these 16 days. Two weeks is long enough to thoroughly tweak your sense of reality: no work, new time zone, new faces and culture, 24 hours of music enshrouded in dust and oak trees, washing out of a tin pan.
Serenaded by the clicking of tent poles, a grumbling tummy and grackles in the trees, my mind is fighting not to dwell on getting back to the grindstone. Our friends have already relayed several events back home, some of which will be altering things as I’ve known them. New perspective, new adventures ahead.
I’m almost home. It’s not much further from these Santa Ynez Mountains, but I’ve come to realize the profound truth to the old adage that “home is where the heart is.”
It’s in New Jersey, driving along the Delaware River Ed swam across several times. It’s sitting in an airport holding his hand. It’s on the phone with my sons on my birthday. It’s hanging with our Cambria contingency in the dirt, sharing a few beers, dancing to new music and, soon, it will be back in the same little house in the same little town in the same state I
know so well. Ah ........
Email Lady Tie Di, aka Dianne Brooke, a member of the Coast Unified School District Board of Trustees, at tiedi@att . net, or visit her website at www.ladytiedi.com.