Returning to the scene of the crime

[bjornwilde]

So last week I had the good fortune to spend two days and three nights in South Lake Tahoe with my family on vacation. There was a bit of nerves on my part however as I was returning to the city I lived in during one of the lowest points in my life. I had recently broken up with the woman I had been sure I was going to spend the rest of my life with (our relationship had warped to the point we were doing serious damage to each other), had no friends (they had moved out), was broke (though I had a job) and felt I had no one to call to get me the bleep out (not even family). And all this occurred during the winter in which the storms were so serve, they brought the snow pack (i.e. water reserves) up from a 5 years drought.

As if I needed any hint of how far my life had changed since this time, we were staying in a hotel that was part of the resort side of town as opposed to the strip mall, banal side of town. Funny thing was, I only recognized a few land marks. The casino which had the dance club we used to go to, the Taco Bell I spent Thanksgiving at, the strip mall I worked at...nothing else looked familiar. I'm sure that means something but I don't know what.

The place was spectacular as it always has been. Tahoe is one of my spiritual sites so it was really nice to be there again. I feel a little sorry for my daughter as I was all, "You must go on a walk with me! This one of the most beautiful places on Earth" (Woooo) and she's all "Snow!"

Still fun times and I feel I need to rewrite this with a little more clarity but I am just about on my way out the door. More tomorrow perhaps.