Being back home is great. Christmas Eve, I spent the morning snorkeling. The water was a bit cold to get in, but once I was in, it was perfect. With the winter storms having eaten up a large amount of the beach, more rocks than usual were exposed... providing more housing and protection for fish. I even saw a ray hanging out at the end of the jetty. I dove down to the side of it...we blinked and watched each other for a bit. Amazing!
I'm glad I took advantage of that because, of course, Christmas day was busy with opening presents and family dining. And then, the rain. A rain the way it's meant to be--big fat droplets plopping down so hard and fast it's almost hard to see ten feet ahead. This was the cold front moving through. I saw on the news that the high today would have been around 68, and the surf temp? 76. What the hell am I doing in Cali?? Oh, yeah...that school thing!! (muttering under my breath...yeah, yeah, it's my own damn fault...)
I am glad I could come back even if for a little while. It gives me the incentive to keep going so I can come back and have a decent job (and one I enjoy.)
This is home for me. I see things that have been there for ages. I also sometimes find myself confused as to where I am in areas that have been developed and I no longer recognize. It's a mix of old and new. The old buildings, what I call old Florida, are generally one story...low to the ground to combat the heat of summer. The new ones...built taller and larger with the concept of air conditioning in mind. In the town I grew up, some of the old houses have been torn down and the new "McMansions" built in their place. On one of the streets, I thought that they had built an apartment building because there is practically no yard...the building takes up the full lot. How ugly. I'll have to take some pictures and write the stories!