Visiting our stuff

It was still dark outside when the alarm clock went off at 6:00.  Today was the dreaded Doctor Visit and we had to be in Santa Monica by 8:30 AM.  There would be no breakfast, not even coffee, until the tests were done.  So tired, irritable and hungry we piled into the Jeep and headed out.  Other than the Monday morning traffic, it was a pleasant drive along the coast.

Having spent the past year in small towns and rural areas, West Los Angeles seemed terribly congested and confining.  It’s hard to believe we lived here for three years.  I suppose you just get used to it after a while.  Anyway, our annual visit to the doctor was uneventful and immediately after the visit we had breakfast at one of the restaurants we frequented when we lived in the area.  With no reason to hang around, we started back.

On the return trip, we stopped at the storage facility to check on our stuff and pick up a few things.  Visiting our stuff is weird.  We fumble with the lock, roll up the door and stand there a few seconds scanning our stuff.  We joke that its value increases by $125 each month, but in all seriousness we miss being surrounded by our things.  The reality is we have done just fine without it for two years.  I suppose the stuff has both real and sentimental value.  Anyway, there is just something strange about seeing your things piled up.  Someday we’ll find a place where we can once again live among our belongings.  The ceremony ends with the closing of the door and setting of the lock.

We returned to the coach, had an early dinner and watched movies.