My affair with Pasadena began with The Rose Bowl. Having roots in "The Big Ten," tradition dictates that New Years Day is spent watching the Rose Bowl Parade on TV in the morning and the game in early evening. The visualization of palm trees, brilliant blue sky and the San Gabriel mountains became permanently imbedded in my mind. But real Pasadena was that distant city, some where in the greater LA area. And so it would remain, for many years, that distant city I visited virtually on the first day of each year.
Then a couple of serendipitous events occurred and Pasadena began to call.
David Ebershoff's novel, PASADENA, spoke to me and I fell in love with the richness of the city's history. I wanted to visit and learn more. I could relate to the tradition.
My initial Pasadena visit was to The Norton Simon Museum in February 2009. Now if that doesn't impact one's senses, nothing does!
One visit would never be enough. With every visit to the west coast, I would be called back.
The layers of Pasadena were being presented.
In the neighboring
community of San Marino,a visit to The Huntington Library and Botanical Garden in April 2010 pretty much sealed the deal. I wasn't sure how it would happen, but a move to Pasadena was definitely in my future. I actually began to speak about my desire to live in The Rose City.
Armed with courage and guidance from God, the transition began in November. Divinely inspired steps were taken and on February 4th, 2011, I moved into a sun filled, southern exposure apartment just a mere mile from The Huntington!
I now live in Pasadena and PASADENAPOSTITS is my adventerous diary. Join me.
