It’s now been two weeks since I left the Netherlands and came back to California.
Time has been moving so slowly since I arrived back in California. Now it seems that I’m just trying to find ways to pass the time, but the days still seem to slowly drag by.
I’m still in contact with the man I met when I was in Amsterdam. Before I left, he and I agreed we wanted to stay in contact and just see what happened – we knew things would be very different once I was on another continent.
But since I arrived back in California we’ve talked every day, and have had many hours of video chatting. Sometimes when we end a call, and I look at the time, I’m surprised to see we talked for so long.
I think that part of the reason time passed by so quickly in the Netherlands was because of him. It happens over video too; when we’re talking, time just seems to fly. Few people can make me smile and laugh as much as he does! When we’re talking or we’re together, even just over video chat, I feel so content. Time just slips away.
We’ve mulled over the idea of him coming to California. I have found that the longer we’re apart, the more I want to see him again. I would love for him to come here; not only could I see him again, but I would have the opportunity to be a local guide. I love to show off this magnificent state, and just off the top of my head I can think of so many things I would want to show him.
The stars; the brilliant, awe-inspiring lights of billions of stars in the center of our galaxy that can only be seen in places with dark skies. Waterfalls; we have so many here that I haven’t even seen them all! Wildlife; deer, amazing birds, otters, and so much more. Our many bodies of water; the lakes, rivers, and creeks that are everywhere here. Camping in the middle of nowhere; it’s something many city people have never, and may never, experience. There’s something to be said about the peacefulness of being out in nature, miles away from any other people.
Getting to know a city like Amsterdam, and a “city boy,” has given me an even deeper appreciation for this land. Everywhere I have traveled in California, the natives have told me that it’s a paradise. And, as a native, I agree with them. I thank the billions of stars every day that I was lucky enough to grow up in a place like this.
I’m trying not to get my hopes up about seeing him again; nothing is set up yet. It’s all just talk at this point. But, honestly, I think very few things would make me happier. I think that seeing him, and having the opportunity to show off this amazing land to someone who’s never experienced anything like it before, would probably be a wonderful experience for both of us.
But it’s a big decision for him, and I understand that. Personally, I don’t need much convincing when it comes to traveling. I’ll take nearly any excuse to travel, to see the world, to experience something new and wonderful. But that is me, and I think I am much more wild and gypsy at heart than most people. So I am exercising patience, and trying not to get my hopes too high – although that’s easier said than done.
If I could, I would get on a plane and go back to Amsterdam. But I can’t. So the decision is in his hands; which is a bit of a scary thing for me. I don’t like not being in control of a situation. But maybe it’s a good thing for me to learn.
Regardless, there are probably only two possibilities – I will end up with a broken heart, or I will be really happy to see him again.
Whatever will be, will be. Until the time comes when a decision is made, I’m happy to just continue getting to know him. He continues to be the kindest, sweetest, and funniest guy I’ve ever known. He’s kept me interested for two and a half months now.
I will keep passing the time by continuing my explorations of my homeland. The most wonderful thing about California is that, even after having spent over two decades here, there is always something new and wonderful to experience.
California is unlike any other place I’ve been to before. She is truly something special; she has some kind of magical quality about her. Something I can’t quite put my finger on. I don’t know what it is, but it’s always been there and I don’t think it’ll go away any time soon.