Life is weird.
I’ve been breathing, thinking, writing, and learning in the quaint but bustling city of Berkeley, CA for almost a month now. A MONTH! How did that happen? I have no idea. It just did. A few days passed and several days fell and then suddenly it’s January 29th and February is just around the corner.
What the hell, right?
I’ve put off writing about Berkeley simply because I didn’t know where to begin. The idea of expressing my thoughts and emotions about my new home sounded exhausting. And in all honesty, I’ve been writing about it on my livejournal at least 30 times each day – as Hannah knows.
I’m not going to ramble, nor am I going to banter. I’ll put it simply, right here, in clear English:
Berkeley is beautiful. It’s weird, unique, filled with pot smokers, and smiling bracelet sellers. I love it here. A dear friend from Colorado visited me last week and he shook his head frequently.
“Heather, you’re living in another world.”
No, I’m not. This is just a city. A city with open-minded souls and street musicians that call out to you with pretty names. Berkeley is so different from Orange County, so strange compared to my native home. And I fit right in, I think. I’m not sure how long I’ll be here for – until the end of this semester? Until the end of college career? I don’t know, but I’m thoroughly enjoying each day that I’m given. I refuse to take my time here for granted, because God, does time here swing by fast.
In other news, I finished the first draft of Falling Into Yesterday. It’s hard to accept this. FIY has become a very personal and dear thing to me. It brought me out of some of my roughest times the past six months and for that I’m grateful. I’m excited to eventually share the story with the world, for it brings up the question I’ve asked a lot in my own life… But for now, only a select view may see it, including Lauren and Hannah due to their amazing-ness.
Anyhow, I’m going to go back to listening to Trevor Hall and contemplating what to start next in my life of writing. The sequel to FIY? Nah, too soon. The novel remake of the 5-page story I wrote when I was 10? Maybe. The Colorado story? Possibly.