I was sitting on the beach this afternoon just thinking about how strange this place is. It has been a really long time since I have been out of my New England bubble for this long. But I don’t think it’s just that. The entire time I have been here on the west coast I have had a weird, surreal feeling. Like I’m not really inside my own body. or like the colors are too bright. It’s hard to explain but it’s very bizarre.
I mean, there’s the obvious stuff. The weather is just a tiny bit different here in January. I am absolutely not missing the snow or the cold or the constant darkness at home. I suffer from seasonal affective disorder every January and February and it has been nice to get a break from being constantly grumpy and sad. It is hard being so far from my husband and close friends, though. It makes me feel a little bit isolated and that may be contributing to the surreal feelings I have had.
It has also been really funky watching hockey at 4:00pm and being done with hockey before dinner time. The entire time change/difference has taken a while to get used to and will surely kill me once I get home. But really the hockey thing is the craziest part. It changes how I structure my day and make plans for myself. I mean, no wonder they make the Bruins play at 10:30pm EST when they are in town. Afternoon hockey on a Tuesday is WEIRD! Also, it feels like summer every day but still gets dark a little after 5:00pm. What planet am I on?
I have to say, despite the color of the ocean being different and having to drive every damn place and paying tax on clothes, I am enjoying myself. It has been great to see the friends I do have out here and I love playing tourist, seeing new things and beautiful places. If only it felt like it was actually happening!