Just For Fancy Musings of a self-proclaimed Fancy-Pants.

It’s been gorgeous, weather-wise, in Los Angeles this weekend, which makes my extended leave-taking a little bitter-sweet. If only the June-Gloom had infiltrated July too, it would have been a bit easier to kiss this city goodbye. But as it is, the promise of sunny+75 has been fulfilled to the letter lately, and last night was the clearest 4th of July fireworks show the Marina/Playa del Rey areas have had in a couple of years. A bit chilly, but the breeze kept the marine layer offshore, so the only thing to obscure the fireworks was their own drifting smoke.

All in all, it’s been a lovely weekend, only marred by occasional bouts of homesickness — both for my NJ home, which is never so alive as on the 4th of July, and for LA, my home for the last 8 years, and the one I’m about to leave. I am very much of two hearts, two minds right now. I’m forsaking the company of my best friends to return to the fold of my family. I could be about to give up (if only temporarily) my independence in order to follow my dream. I’m shedding the comfort and security of the known for something unknown but promising… I’m hopeful and nostalgic, excited and frightened, glad and sad all at once.