Girls Write Out
Friday, July 14, 2006
I'm back from Denver, and may I just say that my Donald J Pliner's were worth every cent. I walked so much I lost four pounds, and not even a BLISTER!!! In new shoes! Not to mention, they are just fabulous. I once heard that when Oprah wears great shoes, she wants the cameraman to do a close-up that day so that everyone can see them. Girl, I'm feeling ya!

Okay, besides that...hmmm. I loved Denver, except they have more homeless than San Francisco! I asked the guy in the car, why so many homeless? They give them free medical care, apparently. I'll refrain from my "trickle-down economic" thoughts. You might think me more calloused than feet in bad shoes! But these guys are young. They need to work -- I mean twenties and virile and practice it with me now, "Would you like fries with that?"

I love to be with writers. Writers are weirdos. All of us. We are the types who get lost in our own minds and come out once in a while -- like a bear in hibernation. Even those of us who are more extrovert, still get lost in our own special worlds. Normally, we call this mental illness, at a writers' conference, we call it a profession! On a sad note, I'm back in the country and having withdrawls from walking in the rain to get Starbucks. This weekend, I'll take my kids to the Bay Area because city life is not like a band-aid for me, you just can't rip it off and not feel the pain. I need to remove myself slowly...gingerly...slowly working my way to average espresso and scenic views.
Kristin Billerbeck  
posted at 1:20 AM  
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At 11:07 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

You know, Kristin, I think that's true of anything we call home. Not just the city mouse vs. the country mouse. It's hard to leave the places and people you love and know best and move to someplace new and foreign.

Four years ago, after living in the same house for 17 years, we moved 45 minutes away to a new house. We still long for "home." For a long time, I refused to say, "I'm going home." I would say, "I going to the house." "Home" has an entirely different connotation and feel.

Even though I still love to go back across the river to the place I consider home, I've learned that "home" is where my family is. When they are around, I will always be "home."

Hang in there, Kristin. Civilaztion awaits.

(Um, do you think you could take your frustration out on Ashley Stockingdale? I know you wrote an epilogue of sorts, but I could read an entire book about the California girl back East...)

At 11:16 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm happy for you that you get to do what you love with people you love. I so enjoy reading your posts. I just finished Morgan's story and can't wait for Poppy's.

At 12:52 PM, Blogger Erlyne said...

As we were driving through Auburn to Grass Valley last weekend, I asked my husband if he would be interested in living there. His response, thankfully, was "Out here? We'd be too far from everything." He used to want a more rural life, but not anymore, thank goodness!

At 1:52 PM, Blogger Kristin Billerbeck said...

Thanks for all the support girls! I am happy to say we are moving back home. It's not really the city, it's that I miss my friends, my church and FUN. I do not know how to have fun in the woods. Seriously!

Taking it out on Ashley, now there's an idea! Kristin

At 1:54 PM, Blogger Jaime Wright said...

Oh, Kristin ... you and I are so different. If you dropped me in the middle of the wilderness I would be in my glory. (Of course, I WOULD relate to the Starbucks withdrawel).

Too funny how people are so different. Some craving civilization and others running terrified in the opposite direction of civilization. However! I just found the COOLEST loft in NYC on the Internet. It was tempting to relocate for a moment until I saw they my yearly rental fees would accumulate upwards of $90,000 ... and I believe that's just an average NYC loft.

That's why I use tents. Good solid Kelty tents! :)

... still waiting for an outdoorsy hero in one of your books, Kristin ... or just a cameo ... just for me.



PS - I just had a Grande Caramel Macchiato Soy Latte this morning and thought of YOU

At 3:03 PM, Blogger Kristin Billerbeck said...

Jaime, you're going to be waiting, that's all I can say. I am a girly girl. I'm not prissy, I can hike, I just don't want to. I love to be around people -- I love to know what makes them tick. All sorts of people, and to me to be in an area where everyone is the same is PAINFUL.

P.S. Kelty makes nothing I need. LOL

At 3:58 PM, Blogger Kristy Dykes said...

Know what you mean about the homeless. We have a lot in our city too. In fact, in our church. Last Wednesday night, I arrived at church and found that one had made his home under our breezeway. His chaise lounge was draped with a sheet (why? we have at least 10 nice benches to choose from). He'd washed his clothes (a clean one? unheard of!) in our faucet and hung his clothes out to dry on a bench. The place wreaked. I know that I know that I know that I know it was dried semen.

Think orgy under the breezeway.

Prostitutes stroll by. We're right off Hooker Highway. Men in women's clothes stroll by.

Sorry. Didn't mean to put my burdens on anybody.

We've had broken windows, and items stolen out of cars, and money taken out of purses when we go to the altar to pray...

Think Sister Act. But we already have the fantastic choir that brought life to that church. And we keep the place clean...

Lord, please help us.

At 7:13 PM, Blogger Southern-fried Fiction said...

Kristin, you're moving back home???!!! Wonderful!

I love the city, too, but I like the country look of country, so I planted lots of trees when we moved into our house. You can't even see the front of my house any more. :o) I pretend I'm in the country, and drive 10 minutes to Starbucks.

I used to make my own gourmet flavored coffee, until Robin Miller got me hooked on the White Chocolate Mocha from Starbucks. Sigh ...

At 11:03 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Why did you move to the country? I have been avidly reading the blog, but haven't seen a reference to that. Glad you get to go back home--hope it's soon!

At 11:28 PM, Blogger Kristin Billerbeck said...

We had a lot of sick relatives here when we moved. My husband had just been laid off, my grandparents moved up here, my aunt (their daughter) was dying of leukemia (at 53), and my husband's best friend from high school had throat cancer (he passed the same year at 47) and my MIL died unexpectedly, as did my Papa, all within a year. It was just not thinking straight, and trying to be there for people. We bought this lot three days after my MIL died, because we had nowhere to live in the midst of all that, and had to be out of our house within a month. KB

At 11:26 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I know you are thrilled to be moving back home. I'm not where I'd like to be, but God has us here for now. I'm trying to be content. :) What I'd really love is to be somewhere that feels like country right outside of a city. :) Space for the kids and dogs to roam plus shopping, museums, etc. in fairly close range. :)

At 1:14 PM, Blogger Kristin Billerbeck said...

Audra, that would be really nice. I am really not averse to the country, it's that I'm isolated, and I miss people and human contact. Being a writer, I'm holed up too much as it is, but having no outlet is, I believe, mental illness inducing. LOL

At 7:47 PM, Blogger Rachel Hauck said...

It was so great to see you, and dern, I can't remember what your shoes looked like! Now I'm dying to know.

Hugs, Rachel

At 6:39 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I understand what you mean about missing your friends and all that is familiar. We moved to Cali from Texas two years ago. In fact, we moved back to my hometown. However, all our friends are still back in Texas. I don't want to move back to West Texas, but I do wish I could be closer to my friends. We got to vacation with them this past week in NM, and it was so wonderful. I really miss their friendship- I even think I like who I am and my husband is more when we're around them. We haven't found friends here yet- I don't know if we ever will- so even though I work around people, and I have acquintances, no one can replace them. Maybe we'll be able to take more trips with them in the future.

At 3:17 AM, Blogger Alessandra said...

walkin and writing...two of my great loves. you know what else makes me happy? getting sweet daily messages from the guys i meet at webdate dot com.


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Kristin Billerbeck is a proud Californian, wife, mother of four, and connoisseur of the irrelevant. She writes Christian Chick Lit; where she finds need for most of the useless facts lulling about in her head.

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