I am back, after my one month’s living in another state. I felt like I just woke up from a long dream and now I am back to my regular old comforting, boring, busy reality. Looking back at this months, it’s  hard to put everything together. Let me just post a small piece

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Here am I again, L.A. It was raining when I got here. I didn’t think it was a big deal but everyone here thought so. Apparently, it only rains 10 days out of the whole year here. The Enterprise driver, Brent, said I must have brought the rain with me from Florida. Interesting. But then he asked “Can I tell you something personal? I just feel comfortable talking to you.” My gossip ears suddenly popped up like Bambi. “Sure, I don’t mind” “I broke up with my girl friend. I am 25 and it really hurt. There are love songs every where on the radio. So sad. I cheated on her with my ex. I know I shouldn’t have done it. We tried but we just couldn’t get over it. Now I miss her all the time. Miss her smell, her smile….” I told him there is no good way to get over it. Just TIME. Next time you will appreciate the relationship more. You could listen to happy Latino dance music or exhaust yourself in the gym. Or write you feelings down. When you have that big wave of feeling coming at you, just write it down, smile, laugh, cry and yell while you are writing. Then, a month or so later, you can re-visit your words, smile or cry again. A month or two later, read again or write some new things down. Several times later, you will find your peace and see this as a good memory. He seemed to be taking in my suggestions.

Kind of a neat way to start my one month adventure /sole searching journey. Ha.

When I told others about this, some are certain that he was just hitting on me. I insisted that he just wanted someone to listen to him. (When I was reading online today, I saw some guy’s complaint “Are women so jaded by being hit on so much that they don’t think nice guys are just being nice?” Funny. My problem is that I rarely think guys are hitting on me, therefore I complain about not being recognized. Ha. )

I am curious about the truth. So, a month later, when I went back to  Enterprise to return the car, I was hoping to see him again. It’s amzing that even though I don’t remember his look, I still recognized him when he showed up. I said “How are you doing these days?” He recognized me also! “Are you the one I told the story to? It worked! I wrote it down. I feel much better now”.

What a wonderful feeling!