“Hey there, soulful companions!
As the weekend unfolds, I find myself reveling in the tranquility of a lazy Saturday afternoon. Today’s main agenda? Tackling the ever-dreaded laundry chore. Here in our abode, we’ve opted out of the on-site facilities, preferring instead to gather up our loads every couple of weeks or so and make a trip down to the local laundromat. It’s become somewhat of a ritual for us—a chance to turn a mundane task into a mini adventure.
We’ll load up 4-5 batches of laundry, then hit the town while the machines work their magic. There’s something oddly satisfying about wandering the streets of downtown later at night, a different experience depending on what block you are on. We’ll explore new alleys, maybe stumble upon a hidden gem , or simply soak in the sights and sounds of the city. People watching is a favorite and gives me inspiration for character creations in future artworks.
As the evening progresses, we’ll return to the laundromat, often it’s just us and the hum of the machines and the employees who keep it going. Folding becomes a relaxing activity, a chance to unwind and reflect on the day’s and weeks adventures. And as we carefully stack our freshly laundered garments into neat piles, we can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment—a small victory in the battle against household chores.
But the true reward comes the next day, as we seamlessly integrate our clean clothes back into our wardrobe. It’s a subtle reminder that even the simplest of tasks can be transformed into moments of connection, joy, and shared experience. So here’s to lazy Saturdays, to the beauty of routine, and to finding magic in the mundane.”
At the peak of the pandemic, I found myself retracing familiar paths back to my hometown—a move I never anticipated making permanent. Our journey began when we were both 30, newly married and eager for adventure. Setting off from our hometown, we initially settled a bit north in the picturesque town of San Luis Obispo. Those three years were idyllic, but the allure of unknown adventures beckoned.
Thus, we embarked on a new chapter, this time in Colorado. While we embraced homeownership, the call of California’s weather grew stronger with each passing season. A trip back to San Luis Obispo for my sister-in-law’s wedding sealed our fate—after four years, it was time to return to the Golden State.
Back in San Luis Obispo, where my husband’s parents had also settled in the beginning of our relationship, we reveled in the vibrant community life. Madonna Inn became our second home, where we danced the nights away, our spirits soaring until exhaustion set in. Seven blissful years passed before another dream tugged at our hearts.
Our passion for dancing led us to explore Los Angeles and its vibrant dance scene. Memories of dancing weekends in Pasadena during our early dating years fueled our desire to make a home there. Sierra Madre, nestled beside Pasadena, captured our hearts with its reminiscent charm of Santa Barbara’s Riviera.
In Sierra Madre, we found solace in a cozy apartment surrounded by conveniences and endless opportunities for adventure. But most importantly, we were within reach of the pulsating dance floors that ignited our souls.
Three years passed in this dance-filled paradise until the summer of the pandemic cast a shadow over our lives. Yet, amidst uncertainty, our journey stands as a testament to the power of following one’s dreams and finding home wherever the heart leads.
As we navigate the ever-changing landscape of life, one thing remains constant—our unwavering belief in the magic of following our hearts, even in the face of uncertainty.”
As June approaches, marking four years since our return, I find myself caught between the pull of distant adventures and the comfort of rediscovering the place we once called home. It’s a journey I never expected to take, yet here I am, navigating the twists and turns of life with newfound purpose and clarity.
Growing up in vastly different environments, my husband and I carry within us a tapestry of stories waiting to be unraveled—a journey I look forward to sharing. But for now, I wanted to indulge you with a glimpse into the backstory of our lives, a tale that unexpectedly led me to embrace the art of storytelling.
You see, I’ve always considered myself a numbers person, finding interest in the precision of equations and the logic of analysis. Writing, on the other hand, was a foreign language to me—a realm I never dared to explore until now. Yet, as I turned my focus away from the dance floor and towards my long-forgotten passions, something remarkable happened. Stories began to flow effortlessly, weaving their way through my mind and onto the page, a cathartic release of pent-up emotions and untold tales.
Through this process, I’ve discovered a form of therapy unlike any other—a journey of self-discovery and healing that has illuminated the darkest corners of my soul. With each word penned, I’ve found myself inching closer towards manifesting my deepest desires and visions, forging a path towards a future filled with hope and possibility.
As a new week dawns upon us, I feel a sense of renewal washing over me—a flicker of light amidst the shadows of uncertainty. It’s a feeling akin to a warm embrace, a gentle reminder that even in our darkest moments, there exists a glimmer of hope waiting to be embraced.
So here’s to the journey ahead, filled with blessings yet to be discovered and stories waiting to be told. Until we meet again, may your days be filled with light and joy.
With warmth and gratitude,
~Kooky~
