California dreaming
call me Nancy Nostalgia
Greetings from grey & rainy Los Angeles. I’m back here for a few weeks for the first time in nine months, catching up with so many of my very closest friends whom I haven’t seen since before I had a child. What a time warp. Time passes so differently when you have a small baby... (Or is it that time passes differently post-covid? Are we even post-covid? If anyone has a clue exactly when the pandemic ended, feel free to contact me.) There’s certainly truth in that saying about days being short, hours being long. Actually, I’m finding most of the clichés about parenthood to be true: the one about them growing up too fast & this business of raising small humans taking a village. All true. It is simultaneously the most depleting & most joyful, fulfilling thing I have experienced. My waterline still averages around where it was pre-motherhood. Despite clothes fitting slightly differently, I’m still in my old Levis & 1930s dresses, my hair is still long & golden & I still smell like incense everywhere I go.
