Metacentricities

I’m cold. YAY! I’m sitting in Bolinas, CA, at the cousin’s of the friend who traveled with me, and, it’s COOL OUT. I can’t even begin to tell you how happy this makes me. After weeks and weeks of heat waves in Massachusetts, and 90+ temperatures (we hit 100 in Nebraska,) I am ecstatic to feel the need to put on a sweatshirt.

We’re in Bolinas, CA. It’s a tiny, tiny little town on the coast of Marin County, and it takes forever to get here. But it’s worth it. It’s a quiet little town, full of really nice people. I’m enjoying the day so far.

So, having arrived in California, the cross country trip is done. We had a great time - we got along famously, had only a few heated arguments (about politics and religion, of course.) I’ll be on my own heading to southern California tomorrow.

One of the things we both commented on, at our first major stop in California that we’d arrived "home". It was a strange feeling for me - and I can’t really describe it. Mostly it was about the people we saw. I saw the first other African American I’d seen since Boulder. We saw people sipping coffee, anti-war/anti-Bush bumper stickers. We haven’t had any problems finding my friend (who is basically a vegan) something to eat, which has been an issue in many parts of the country. Part of it was the landscape - it was much more familiar than the desert we’d come through. Part of it was knowledge that this was the state that will be my home for at least a while.

It made me think a lot about what home is. To some extent, I have two homes on the east coast - the Valley, which was my home for longer than any community I’ve ever lived. It will always be my home, I think. And then NY, where most of my family resides, and where I grew up. That will also, in some ways be home, too.

Now I have a third home, a new home, and I am very much looking forward to exploring and getting to know it. When we drove through the Sierra Nevada Mountains, both of us said that we’d want to go back.

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