In the Words of a Papier Mache Octopus, “We’re Here!”

DUDES! We are in California! And it is so Magical! And our apartment is so fancy! And our DOORMAN is so nice! EXCLAMATION POINT!!!!!!

Okay. I think now – maybe – you get how flippin’ excited I am. Granted, it’s a lil earlier than I would have liked to be up (mini-dude was wide-eyed, smiley-faced, and poopy-diped at 7AM) considering our day of travel yesterday, it’s awesome to finally be here after months of it looming on the horizon.

I really miss California in my life as a quick and crabby New Yorker in a cramped, though pretty, apartment. It’s been unseasonally warm here, which is A-okay by me. I cannot wait to take the babe to the beach! Hopefully someone will/can come with us, so that I can video record his first encounter with waves to light up his grandparents’ inboxes.

I am excited to the point of hopping to:

• Go to the Farmer’s Market! This is one of my favorite things about living out here. I like it in Brooklyn, but it’s just the best here. Even the Santa Monica crowdedness.
• Hit up donation-based classes with Bryan Kest at Santa Monica Power Yoga. Because, dudes? My practice is out of practice. I miss it, yo! So this will be a blissful (though inevitably frustrating and painful at times) re-entry. I like West Coast yoga studios oh-so-much more.
• Go running outside! I have only taken one run since I shit out a baby gave birth, and even though I was seriously sore the next day, it was great to be back on the streets. My true love of running happened when I was in San Diego in the fall of 2009. I would hit the trails, and it felt like nothing mattered. I know that’s corny as hell, but I can’t wait to get to a canyon and bust up my Sauconys. Especially in my new Lululemon running pants! Thanks, Father Christmas.
• Hang with my LA peeps! It’s been forever, but I have some amazing friends out here, and I can’t wait to log some time with them.

I’m here for pilot season, which… I mean, I care, because I want to be auditioning again, but this fact just doesn’t hold the same anxiety-inducing sway over my whole life as it would have before bambino. Which is awesome, because really? It doesn’t matter! It’s just life, and it will all keep happening. No matter what!

… Ahhhh, perspective.