Having a chartreuse cocktail at The Sitting Room
Having the Salumi salami plate at The Sitting Room
Having coffee at Victrola
Ummm, well, ah, guess that's it. I guess I miss having lots of movies I could go see in the theater. A wider variety of restaurants. But really, not that much. Much less than I would have guessed. I seem to be settling into my new home most comfortably. It's kind of weird.
I love my little house (oh, that it were mine), I love coming home and seeing the daffodils bobbing in the wind. I love the view of the water and the mountains that I have from my desk at work. I feel at home.
Hijo is happy and healthy and doing very well at school. My work life is good. My artistic life has direction and is only waiting on me to push it forward. I got another little freelance gig. Can it be that I have found my place?
Not exactly. I know some folks who now live, or have lived, on board their boats. The self containment of this arrangement captures my imagination; the ease with which you can pull away from the dock and be headed towards a new place without leaving anything behind rouses some deep desire in me. You can live here or there. You can just float. Buoyed by the water and carried by the wind, you are always at home.
I know someone who lives this way and misses his garden. I hope to tempt him with mine. Do we need the earth or is the wide blue ocean enough?
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