The energy in New York is like a jolt of electricity, whereas here it's more like a soft, steady breeze. I heard once that people can be put into two categories: In the depths of your heart, you're either a New York person or a California person. As if three thousand miles of in-between material for constructing a personality don't exist. But now I understand what it means. It's about the environment that feeds your lifeblood, which kind of energy makes you feel alive and which kind makes you feel sedated.-- pg 111-112
QUICK NOTE...Update: 10/10/19
Good news: We're back home! Bad news: It's like Apocalypse Heck Part III.
The one year Hurricane Michael anniversary is already here. Where did the time go...and yet it feels like forever. You don't realize how much you take for granted until it's all gone. I'm grateful my family/fur babies survived, and I know they are just "things", but sadly, in this life, those "things" help us get through every day. So yes, "happy" yet not. Every day is still a struggle...not just for my family, but so many others.
Thanks for stopping by and sharing my bookish adventures. It helps remind me I'm not alone in this crazy journey called life.