A fine line between Comedy and Blasphemy

I was just checking the weather and I noticed that here in Irvine, Ca there is the “wind chill” to give the ” feels like” temperature, and in Austin it is referred to a “heat index.”

Now that I am acclimated to Austin, 65• seems a little chilly.

Heading “home” is weird. Home is now Austin, but in a way Orange County will always carry the home connotation. I spent over 41 years there, it shaped who I am. Good, bad or indifferent. I always find myself referring to OC as “back home.” is it because I am so used to saying it? That I have never been away from Souther California four this long in one stretch? Is it because there is no Del Taco in Austin?
All those questions run through my head, and you know what? I am a little scared of going back. What if I get real homesick. It was tough enough leaving the first time. Will seeing all the people I love throw me into a tailspin? Honest healthy fears.
What I do know is that moving to Austin was the right thing for Katie and Me. While neither of us had roots in the town, that works to an advantage. I am rooted on the West coast and she is on the East. This way we are planting on even ground and growing together.
So as I sit on the Amtrak heading to CA, I am excited to see my friends and family and the home that made me who I am, as I know Katie is excited to see hers when she goes back to GA in a few weeks, I am also missing Katie and the home we are building for our future.
It seems to me that home is where one feels comfortable and loved for who they are. In those teems, I am blessed to have many homes.

I tried my hardest, but could not sleep. I get this way in cars and planes also. I can’t sleep very well sitting up. Especially if I can’t turn on my side. As I posted earlier I was up at 2:30 am taking pictures with Hipstomatic on my iPhone, and tried to sleep, but to no avail. I may have napped out for a few minutes Here or there, but that was the best that I could do.
I must say there are a lot of interesting people on this train. From the real drunk guy who went to the bars our our layover , then couldn’t find his seat, to the whole French student group to the guy heading home after working on the BP cleanup in the gulf. It is interesting how a train can bring the groups together. I just saw the family that is sitting right behind me, with the baby that is keeping us up. There are six kids in the family in addition to the baby, so I imagine the parents are having a tough trip themselves. That all said, I am so glad I chose to get the sleeper car on the way back instead of the way out. On the way back I will feel better about breaking out the good camera and being able to put it away in a room.
Still rolling across Texas, hanging out with all the others who are wearing what they slept in.