My Old Home

I am currently on a business trip that allows me to come to my old alma mader. UCSB or The University of California at Santa Barbara. As soon as we pulled into the city (we drove from Los Angelos) I felt immediatly at home. The people are so nice, laid back, and the town is really charming. I have a great little balcony in my hotel room watching a waterfall in the middle of a lagoon with fish swimming around that are about 2 feet in length. True, beyond the calming lagoon is the 101 freeway but there are no horns honking, no sirens, and no car alarms. So even the constant hum of cars speeding by at 65 mph is calming. Yesterday I spent the day here reconnecting to old professors of mine who after 5 years still remember me and my work here. It is nice to be remembered. It makes me feel worthwhile. I hate to have other people validate me but it does anyway. Tonight is the performance of the show and we have a few hours of work left to do before we start but other than that...I am going to the beach! Man, i miss it here. Sometimes I wonder why i have chosen the noise and speed of NYC over the wonders of Southern California.