heathervescent: Happy to be Home

Ah, home. What a funny word. Last week was one of the most intense, challenging, exciting and life-changing weeks I've had in a while. One week of super compressed activities. I came away intoxicated on the energy, possibilities and activities.

I spent two days in big conference rooms 30 stories above the city. Then I walked around in an ancient cemetery, donned my celebratory jewelry and had very interesting conversations deep into the night in different neighborhoods of Boston.

I jumped on a plane and instead of staying high in the heartland, I descended into Denver. My stop over was short enough to pick up the New York Times, where I had been quoted in an article. Paper under my arm, I boarded a flight to an old flame - San Jose.

I haven't strayed north in a while. I pressed my face against the window. I recognized Mono Lake and the many motorcycle roads, familiar to Lady Knight, retired back in Hollywood. We flew over Yosemite, the San Joaquin valley, into the fields of gold, over the hills of gold, south of San Jose and made our approach. I have great memories of the Bay Area, but I like to keep them as memories. As we descended I was filled with a mixture of excitement and yet anxiety. But I was happy to be back. I had forgotten the hills of gold. Those smooth mountains with the occasional live oak. I hadn't realized that I had missed them.

Off to the next adventure - BlogHer. I attended last year and this year I was doing a workshop on the basics of blogging. For some reason, I was more nervous about this session than the two days of conference room meetings. Luckily for me, my workshop was one of the first sessions, so I could get it over with and go onto enjoying the conference.

Workshop came and went fabulously. Then time really compressed. What happened in linear reality of 2 days, felt like a week. Saturday session came and went and it was time for part 2 of Saturday - meeting up with my friend pinky. I crashed her brother's wedding party and played with the flaming lotus girl's angel of the Apocalypse from Burning Man last year. Then we crashed A+D's mini-bootie at DNA.

Oh, the mixed feelings I had in SOMA.

Sunday was the long drive home, after catching up with an old friend. I arrived exhausted, with more baggage than I started out with, but home and happy to West Hollywood.

I've missed LA. I love it here. I'm so happy to be home.