So there's this famous scene in Dirty Dancing where Johnny is teaching Baby how to do the meringue or whatever and (because Johnny is VERY deep) he tells her that the meringue isn't just about the movements of your feet. It's a feeling... a heartbeat. Guh-gung. Guh-gung. Guh-gung.
Well, I gotta be honest. My heart was Guh-gung Guh-gung Guh-gunging all OVER the place last week when I was in California. I don't know what it is about that place! The sun, the trees, the hills.... the relaxed culture, the organic everything, the crazy-hippy-liberals... My heart just feels at home there.
Because my life is awesome, I got to spent the WHOLE week last week doing the Tour de NorCal to spend time with some of my favorite girlfriends of all time. I stayed with Lindsay in Menlo Park, met Cara for lunch in Los Gatos, stayed a night with Kit and a day with Heidi in Mount Hermon... and then spent a whole weekend with ALL the girls on a beautiful mountaintop between Santa Cruz and San Jose. Pretty much, I spent a week in heaven.
So needless to say, it was more than a little difficult coming home to... well, it's not hell, but it ain't no Promised Land neither. Nightlife so hip, we're in bed by 9! Culture so diverse, we've just "discovered" this new wave that all the kids are talking about- "Bubble Tea"! Land so flat, our topo maps include park benches! My heart does very little guh-gunging here.
So what do you do when your heart beats home in one place and you live in place that is quite another? You whine about it on blogs, I guess. You dream of winning the lottery and buying a house in such guh-gungy places. You pray that God might someday be gracious enough to bring you home... or at least make your heart guh-gung wherever it is He has called you to be.
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