Burned barn off Highway 267 between Truckee and Sierraville.
Why Cal- Nev?
Technically my address reads California, but I spend a good portion of my time in Nevada seeing as Reno is the closest city for shopping, and I cross the California border patrol less than five miles away. Which is frequently since our expensive little community charges $4.29 for a gallon of gas versus $3.69 in Reno. This is also the case for groceries and other amenities. Plus, a new special person in my life also lives in the Carson City / Reno area.
How it all ties together...
It started on September 7th when I drove home for lunch and turned on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire (not an everyday event), but as I was prepping a tuna sandwich, I heard a Breaking News report about a gunman who went into the Carson City IHOP and starting shooting throughout the restaurant and parking lot. It stuck with me being only an hour away and knowing it would make national news. I turned up the volume and watched the report, without realizing I was probably staring at the man I would meet just a week later.
I wasn't really ready to meet anyone seriously. I was still grieving a broken relationship that I wasn't even fully sure in my heart was closed. But I also didn't see any point in letting myself becoming a spinster either, and figured it would do me some good to get out there. So I signed up on Match.com again more out of curiosity, and eager to get out of the house so my parental figures wouldn't drive me crazy.
Because I don't go to the bars, if I did I wouldn't want to meet anyone there for a serious thing. Girls want to feel special and I hate to be hit on. I'm not a forward or aggressive girl, therefore never pick up on a guy. Though I've always had the fantasy of meeting someone at a book store, let's face it... it rarely happens. So, it becomes easier to browse the local area like an online shopping cart. First "the item" has to grab your eye, then you have to
So on September 16th, as I was nervously rushing to get ready to meet him face-to-face for the first time on a Friday after work, Mom yelled at me while I was curling my hair. There was another Breaking News report, this time it was a crash at the Reno Air Races. That's how I remember when we met... within the hour of the crash at the Reno Air Races.
I had butterflies in my stomach when we met at Sand Harbor Beach on Lake Tahoe, mainly because it was my first 'first' date in about four years. I never thought when I first stepped foot on the beautiful Sand Harbor Beach two years prior or returned two weeks prior that I would be meeting someone for the first time there who would become an important part of my near future.
He was a little rough around the edges, a former competitive bull rider. Super easy to talk to, mellow, and I knew I instantly liked him. As the sun set behind the mountains glimmering over the lake, he told me he was part of Carson City's law enforcement and confided in me that he was one of the first few to arrive on scene to the IHOP shooting the week before, and how devastating it was to walk into the restaurant within a mile from home and see the innocent people laying there before any ambulance had arrived. His eyes captivated me and I knew I was smitten after a few short hours.
The past couple of months have flown by, and I'm feeling more settled in this area, which I never thought would happen nor planned on making this area a permanent stop. After all, I'm accustomed to wearing flip-flops year round... but as the months have gone by I've grown to love segments of Reno more and more, and I'd finally come to love a particular area where I could have maybe seen wanting to put down some roots.
Until the night before last, as the high winds kept me up from falling pine cones hitting our roof. This storm we were bracing gave me an unsettling feeling. I woke and discovered more Breaking News of the exact neighborhood I'd been scouting last week with hopes to possibly move to was in a state of emergency due to a 400 acre wildfire, not to mention one of the streets where my guy sold his house one year ago. Though his old house suffered only a little bit of charred paint... but 25 other homes nearby were burned completely, and the neighborhood I thought about settling in is no longer on my radar.
As far as my next chapter, it's still very much up in the air... but just thought I'd share what's really been going on in my life the past few months.