It started sometime last week. I was rushing around the house trying to make coffee, put on my shoes, pack a lunch and track the time on the stove clock so that I could get to work just a mere 20 minutes late...when it hit me.I don't want to do this.
I don't want to rush off to my thankless job. And I don't want to drive to the valley to do it. I don't even want to be in California right now. I just want to be home. I want a lazy morning with my Mom and Popi drinking multiple cups of coffee at The Bean followed by a stop at the Co-Op and eventually an early evening with my feet up while sitting on the deck listening to the birds chirp their arrival back for the summer season...
And therein lies that annoying saying of the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence proving to be true.
And since I sometimes like to fancy myself as both an adult and a professional, I squashed all my homegrown Stillwater, Minnesota longings, poured some almond milk into my coffee, drove over the hill and walked into another 11-hour day of marketing madness.
Then today during the same make-the-coffee-put-on-the-ballet-flats routine, my phone rang. The screen read Mom's Cell...she probably thinks I'm on the road already, but I'm late...as always. Do I answer, or do I call her back? I answered. I'm a daredevil like that.
Mom: Oh, hiya Sara Lynne! Listen, I'm at Aveda right now...
Me: Hi, mom.
Mom: and I know you said you wanted one of their mascaras... but they have TWO mascaras!
Me: (under my breath) Huh? Wha?...Need. Coffee.
Mom: So, there's a Mosscara and a Mascara. One thickens and one lengthens.
Me: I use the Mosscara. In Black Forrest, please.
Mom: Oh yeah? Sooo, you knew there were 2, didya?
Me: Huh? No. I just looked at it last night. It said Mosscara Black Forrest.
Mom: Oh, ok then.
Me: And thanks for getting that for me mom!
Mom: You bet. No problem. You have a good day, ok?
I hung up the phone, and there it was again. The urge to get in the car, drive to LAX and fly home for a little R&R, Mom and Popi style. I don't know if this is a normal affliction among others, but if not, then I blame it on them. I blame them for being too fabulous in the role of parents, thereby making me long to return to them whenever times get rough.
Wait...isn't the first thing crazy people do is blame their parents?
Crap.
2 comments:
Oooh buckle! Just fall apart under that pressure and get on that plane. If nothing else it saves me from the shipping costs for the "care" package currently being put together for you.
Yes, the grass is always greener. And I'm suffering it too, but in reverse. I wanted those lazy, quiet Midwestern days when I lived in LA. Now all I can think about is how in LA, I'd be able to meet up with you for a drink in Brentwood any old time and go for walks on the beach after work like I sometimes did. I miss the smell of the ocean and mountains, the day-after-days of sunshine and mostly, the freedom to hang out with my favorite girls for all night gab fests with tons of laughter.
It is ALWAYS greener on the other side. And if you happen to figure out how to reconcile that, call me please. I'll be waiting...as I send out resumes back in LA with my bags already packed.
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