I GUESS THATS WHY THEY CALL IT THE BLUES....

Even in paradise the blues can get you. Maybe it is the Holidays. Or lack thereof here. I do miss Los Angeles this time of year, not the shopping frenzy, but the chilly nights, downtown lights and cheesy Christmas parties. So I sit, in our little apartment and think too many thoughts while Harper sleeps and Nick is away coaching baseball. Are we doing the right thing? Is Harper getting what she needs here? Am I? And then I think, I would almost certainly have these same thoughts in any city in any apartment and under the same sky. So I try to remember to take in the surrounding beauty. The abundance of stars. The overflowing sunsets. And even the dusty dirt roads. Hoping that all of this will shape not only Harper but me as well. I have found great solace in new friends and, as I tend to do wherever I go, in a local Cafe. Apparently my upbringing has stayed with me. I take comfort in the smell, the sounds of coffee being ground. But mostly in people that come and go. Coffee shop people are familiar to me. Especially now, in a time where I rarely go out to bars or out past 7 pm for that matter, it is my social outlet. The outcome of my many mornings sipping local grown coffee and chatting with new found friends and hearing multiple languages, is helping to organize a Farmers Market. It is very strange to me that there isn't one already. But I am thrilled to be part of the process. Hopefully it will enable me to feel more connected with a community I will call home for the year to come, and more importantly help me to learn spanish!