The Gypsy has Landed
The air mattress is inflated, the cable router is installed, water and soy milk in the fridge, and Puppy, my blue betta fish is in the kitchen - this must be home. Well at least my home for the next two months. I can hear the military ordinance blowing up at Camp Pendleton.
I have landed in Oceanside. It sounds like a glamorous town, but is in fact a bit rougher. It is a weird collage of the really old living in the mobile home parks, the young defiant Marines, and the slightly seedy criminal element all combined uncomfortably in this town. I am subletting a condominium. It has some features that are truly domestic compared to my beach bungalow. I have a washer/dryer, and I have a full gas stove and oven. I boiled water for the first time in three years last night and have done at least four loads of laundry. I'm not quite a domestic diva and have been somewhat spoiled with fluff and fold service from the dry cleaners, and cooking has never been my thing. This is my first gas stove and I see myself going up in one big whoosh of flame or at least getting my hair on fire. There seems something inherently unsafe about an open flame. My first word as a baby was "hot" - coincidence - I think not.
Now that I have a place to login, I will perahps be more apt to blog about my new town and experiences. And why is it that you have to fight for a parking space in your own condiminium complex? How many cars do these people own?
I have landed in Oceanside. It sounds like a glamorous town, but is in fact a bit rougher. It is a weird collage of the really old living in the mobile home parks, the young defiant Marines, and the slightly seedy criminal element all combined uncomfortably in this town. I am subletting a condominium. It has some features that are truly domestic compared to my beach bungalow. I have a washer/dryer, and I have a full gas stove and oven. I boiled water for the first time in three years last night and have done at least four loads of laundry. I'm not quite a domestic diva and have been somewhat spoiled with fluff and fold service from the dry cleaners, and cooking has never been my thing. This is my first gas stove and I see myself going up in one big whoosh of flame or at least getting my hair on fire. There seems something inherently unsafe about an open flame. My first word as a baby was "hot" - coincidence - I think not.
Now that I have a place to login, I will perahps be more apt to blog about my new town and experiences. And why is it that you have to fight for a parking space in your own condiminium complex? How many cars do these people own?
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