Get - Away

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December 6, 2015

I got away this weekend.  I was finally back home in LA, and couldn’t stay.

I drove to Palm Springs, and sat at a pool at an Air B n B with a lovely older couple, and timed out.  I had been a guest in so many homes for over a month, and I needed time to myself.  I knew in LA, I wouldn’t get the peace I needed, so I found another reason to escape, to refuel, to relax.  Ironically, I was a guest in yet another home.  But that was okay with me.

I spent the weekend downloading the Adele CD, sitting at a trippy pool that had intricate lighting at night (pictures above don’t do it justice). 

The couple I stayed with were adorable in the most absurd way.  They had beautiful and interesting artwork and photography hanging on their walls that they had created themselves.  The woman was a former model (originally from Ireland), and the man was a photographer.  She cooked at night, and he baked in the morning.  They would blast old school Marvin Gaye, and Janis Joplin and she would start dancing fearlessly around the kitchen, while he would observe.  They made and experimented on cocktails, and offered me some really delicious, but pricey wine.

I found out later as I would have guessed that she was married before.  The attention that they gave to one another was so rare (I had never seen a couple dance together like that in older age), and I just knew it was a marriage that happened later in life.  I had romantically imagined that they had been together their whole lives, they were first loves, and they danced like they had danced the first time they embraced.  Such a romantic I am.

Before I left, I spoke about my upcoming travels, and they gave details about their Christmas holiday that involved exes and children from other marriages.  Yet, they were so free, nonchalant, open;  It was beautiful how they accepted life, and how they could confide in me like I had been a friend for years. 

This weekend was special. Not because I was able to sleep in, lay on a hammock in Palm Springs, and soak in the surroundings…it was because I was able to recognize that love comes at all times.  Sometimes the time isn’t now, but the time will come. 

And when it does, I will be dancing in a kitchen with windows overlooking Palm Trees, homemade pasta brewing in the kitchen, our eyes will connect, and we will laugh in sync.