Puberty Sucked Last Time

So today is my first day as a real woman. And I do mean woman. Free and single and living on the coast of California. It struck me as a good idea to document from this point of my life and on to the next abyss where I fall in love and resurface only twice a year until death. But all heartbreak aside, it feels like I am a pimply faced twelve year old realizing that a whole new reality is unfolding much to my amazement and horror. I am sure the horror part will subside in a few days. Three margies and a few good songs later I am sure it will be the best idea I never had. But after two years of something I thought was love, I now feel strangely at peace with the absolute variety of directions life could take. And I will take a few good memories along for the ride, too.
Melissa came to my rescue and flew out to LA to help me make sense of the mass exodus-my two bunnies (Capt. Jack and Bunaroo) and my tortoise (Toogie) and the scraps left of my heart (wahhhhh..!) and bundles of musical instruments and spiced teas and paints and art and gypsy clothes. Need to air out the appropriate attire for a "nomadic goddess" type lifestyle again. Having Mel around certainly helps the process, and we have been having a great time despite the reason she came. I am now landing in Carlsbad which is south of Huntington Beach by about an hour. My cousins have taken me in for awhile and who knows what is next. But I have computer access now, and that is what matters. Bloggity blog blog blog.