Unexpected Home

At our new fellowship, PUUF, there is a library which contains a vintage coffee table. It reminds me of the furniture that was in my house on Lamar Street in the 70's. It was, as I looked across this table at our new minister, Beth, that I realized that I am falling for California in much the same way a person might fall for someone that they did not initally like when they first met. I have never found myself imediately at home spiritually with a group of people before. There is something raw and real about the spirit at PUUF. It's a feeling I had as a kid, a little dirty and a lot magical. I'm pretty sure I must have been a hippie in my past life and died of a drug overdose. This would explain my bizarre aversion to alcohol and drugs. (Pot should be legal but, no thanks, I'll pass.) But my point...last night I found myself falling in love with California. I tried to stop it, I tried to uphold my lifelong dislike of the state, I tried to hold my ground, but I feel so at ease here, especially at PUUF. Going shopping for a dining room set today...think I'll try some vintage stores.