Monday 25th March
Now I no longer
wish to claw out my eyes to distract me from the pain in my mouth
this week has started off on a much better track. Just home from
dropping the kids and remembered it is Monday so must write my blog –
hurray I remembered
I spend a lot of time in my car. After
all the initial complaining I did I don’t actually mind it that
much now. Its actually much easier to drive here than in the UK (I
could have sworn the roads in Cambourne had shrunk when we visited in
Feb). And for me it’s a constant reminder of where we live –
right in the middle of a valley. San Jose itself may be a huge
freeway with some houses round the outside but you only have to look
up at the mountains to remember where you are.
After a beautiful day yesterday (it
which we spent indoor with one man and his bad back – but that is a
different story ) its actually quite overcast this morning, almost
stormy. But that is when the mountains are at their best. On sunny
days they look like the green rolling hills of Wales, on super hot
days they are black and white and almost look like silhouettes. But
on rainy or overcast days they are dark, foreboding and generally
covered in mist with a layer of cloud on the top. Difficult to
describe but it’s really stunning to look at. And then I look back
down, realize I’m on an expressway and I really should be watching
the traffic.
I read somewhere that 60 years ago San
Jose was a tiny little town. Somewhere between then and now Apple,
Google and their cronies moved in and now it’s like a different
world. I wonder what older people who have living here all their
lives make of it. Our neighbourhood has a lot of old people. They
are lovely. They give you fruit from their trees, dress up for the
kids at Halloween and stick American flags in your front lawn before
the street party on the 4th July. But life must have
changed so much for them. Their world is now populated with
Europeans, Indians and Chinese. Their roads are now busy with rush
hour lasting from 3-7pm every day. Their schools are completely
different (you now wouldn’t send your child to a local school just
because you used to go there – it will have changed beyond all
recognition). I wonder who chose San Jose and Mountain View to come
and conquer and why here? We have a 90 year old
(English!) lady living next door. She moved here when she was 5. I
should really make friends with her and go and have chat.
Don’t get me wrong. I actually don’t
mind living in the suburbs – I like our wide tree lined street. I
like how everything is convenient. The traffic doesn’t bother me.
I also like how when things get too much you can look up at the mountains and remind yourself of all the treats that lie within, up
and beyond them.




















