Tue, Feb 12, 2013
It blows my mind out, as the Tornado no longer says, Ive been in OAKLAND for six weeks.
I give you my OAKtown musings. (Too long. Too rambling. You’ll have that.)
- I freakin love the diversity. VISUALLY. Id grown so accustomed to how all the homes in my ATX ‘hood looked the same (limestone anyone?) I’d stopped noticing. My new Oakland ‘hood is a FEAST for the eyes.
- I freakin love the PEOPLE diversity. I’d thought Austin was diverse. Everyone informed me Id adore the diversity in Oakland & I noticed it the moment we stepped off the plane. Our Jew-By-Choice, tattooed/Born-A-Jew, & Jewtemalan trio is quite the boring family in our new town….and I love it!
- I love the people. From the moment we deplaned & the child was presented with this to last week when we were both invited on a spontaneous play date— the people in Oakland are friendly and welcoming.
- Oakland is me. For myriad reasons. All crystallized in the fact there’s very little emphasis on the trappings of the vessel. No need to be fancy. Fantastic if you choose to always look amazeatastic. The vibe is completely (all together now) those who mind dont matter and those who matter dont mind.
- Im finding my Cheers. I joined a gym. Less for the exercise experience (Im still PLAYout at home mcgee) and *all* for the stop working, get out of the house & see other people! factor. The other morning (brace yourselves) a member remembered my name. Small victories, People. Small victories.
- We’ve found our tribe. Oakland doesnt BAT the proverbial EYELASH at the fact we’re a motley crew of none-too-religious Jews. We’re spiritual. They’re accepting. We’ve found our tribe.
- There are many members of my other tribe(s) here, too. (throws up GLUTEN FREE gang-sign) Ren Man was perplexed by my excitement at discovering the below in a movie theater concession stand (given the fact Im still not eating processed). For me it was yet another sign how inclusive my new home is.
- Ive gots an office! There is a Starbucks close by. We all know Id not be one to write at a Starbucks. Not my spirit. Ive found my coffeeCHEERS and it has free wi-fi.
My yammerings of LOVE *aside*—-Ive been whining.
There are two things about my new town I cannot (yet) seem to let go:
the cold and the smoosh.
The former I *think* Ive gotten the hang of dressing properly for.
The latter Im confident I’ll grow accustomed to (Texas = spacious. Who knew I adored it so?).
I shall learn to navigate the smooshed-situation or trade in my vehicle for a….an…uh something which is coming soon and I cannot divulge yet. (<—-foreshadowing!!)
The chill Ive embraced.
Ive learned the fact Ive surrendered flipflops & tank tops does not mean Im not myself.
Still, more days than not, youll find me wearing this under my layers.:
But Im COMMITTED to my new hometown.
Im here for the proverbial LONG HAUL as evidenced by the fact I have tattoo plans.
On my ONE-YEAR-OAKtown-resident-’iversary (just the oak tree):
- I can do this.
- Ive got this.