It might just be a sign from the Almighty, but I've run into so many people from Minnesota this weekend that it's beginning to make me wonder if there's a secret Minnesota "relocate to California" program nobody told me about! I'm not even kidding. Every day this weekend I met either a single gal or couple from Minnesota less Friday night when I went out dancing with one of my chic friends to keep it real. I'll talk about it a little further down in the blog.
Yesterday marked my three month anniversary of leaving Minnesota and driving cross-country to end up on Zuma Beach in Malibu. The time has had a full spectrum experiences and emotions as you might imagine! LOL. Some days I'm more confident than others that I made the right choice, and if you read this last Friday's blog edition, you know why. The road has been long and interesting to say the least. I partly celebrated by going to the beach with one of my local friends and her friends and family to take in some sun, waves, and conversation. It was good. I haven't been back to the beach to just sit and shoot the crap since last February Valentine's Day picnic with the smurf and her posse! I remember everything, and as I sat and listened to the kids run around, and other people talk, I did my best to relaxed. I just sat there and did nothing, which is hard for me. I tried to not eat the entire bag of Twizzlers that I brought for the kids (That was my excuse for buying it.) As I sat there taking in the scene and mowing down a stick of Twizzlers, conversations from the past played in my head making me smile while at points drove me to my feet to walk around a bit. #whatsmissinginthispicture It was in here somewhere that a couple sitting directly in front of me took note of my Northstars hat asking where I had got it. They were from Minnesota. We laughed that we had 'figured it out' and where all there on the beach taking it in. It was good, and another sign from the Creator that I wasn't here alone. I just needed to open my eyes.
As is usually my mission when I go to the beach, I looked for sea glass, which is broken glass that has been polished from the ocean waves and time. Finding a piece is like finding treasure that could be blue, green, clear or other. I have a box of them that I've been adding to over the years. It's a small one that I also keep other 'memory stones' in from specific times in my life that involved the beach or large body of water. Yesterday, I didn't find any. What I did find was good conversation with the people from Minnesota that were sitting literally a few away from me and the group. It seems we're all over the place in L.A. us Minnesota people!
When beach time was over and people got their things together, I made my way up to Ollie's. Yes, it's true. After a quick survey of the parking lot, I deemed I was the only Minnesota person there and went in! Hahaha. Nicole, one of the bartenders, smiled at me as I walked in grabbing me beer of her choice for trying out this round; it was something we started back in the Winter because I asked for help getting my beers straight. So instead of trying to figure it out every time, I just let her surprise me with a different one. I ordered my usual burger, Pretzel, and breathed. Everything was good. I felt at home again as it had been a few weeks since my last visit. As we talked about life, and migraine headaches, she asked me where I've been and what I've been up to. It was then that Tom walked in giving me the latest on the Vikings progress; he too is a Minnesota guy that relocated. I laughed acknowledging again that I was in the right place. The stool next to me stayed empty just in case she walked in and wanted to join me. It's how it usually goes in a recurring dream I have, but yesterday wasn't the day.
Looking back at the last three months, I gave Nicole the short story while not bringing up the smurf so as to not make it awkward for her when she makes it. We laughed and eventually concluded that I could help her as a chiropractor with her ever-growing migraine headaches. I was still milking mine away from the previous night's outing that involved another Minnesota person.
This particular Minnesota gal I met at the dance place I usually go out to with my 'adopted sister' as she's turned out to be. I've been working on getting my housemate out of his rut indirectly helping me get out of mine. So, we go out for exactly one and a half hours. No more. No less. When we finally made it, the place had just started to get busy. Across the floor was a taller, short-blond haired gal that seemed foreign but all too familiar to me. As the hour went by we caught each other's eye from time to time until the music finally changed for better. Before I knew it, she was in front of me, and we danced. In the middle of it, I asked where she was from because of the way she wore her purse (more of a European manner) only to have her say, "Minnesota!" I laughed. Then I took out my drivers license and showed her it. Her eyes lit up. She, in turn, showed me her id. We laughed together and continued to dance. Eventually Juvenile's Back That Ass Up started to play, and it was on! It was a scene when she backed up to dance on me versus with me.
When it was over, I took her number, kissed her on the cheek, and walked away. It was almost time to leave, and I needed to find the guys. When I did, they were in awe of what had just happened asking how it went down. I simply said the obvious, "She's from Minnesota, and that's how it goes for me with them! Hahahaha!" It's true. I left the place laughing while acknowledging that the universe and time were still on my side and eventually, I will have my day leading to today....Monday. Today, I spoke with my mentor about a topic we began to talk about a couple of weeks back, and it is the topic of "FAITH" and what it is, what it looks like, and how it effects all the people involved in it. I may share that conversation here sometime soon because it is the substance of things understood, perceived and maybe even felt that compels someone to take some form of action; it is what brought me to California three months ago, and I think you should know how it is I think and believe as a human being even if I've been treated like an animal or less than that these last three months...more like a thing or an object not worth wasting words on.
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