It's pouring rain. Loud, down pouring rain.
We've been without rain for so long. I love it. To stay in my cozy clothes, as my nephew calls sweatpants, and listen to this list of violin concertos I keep downloading and playing on my new Bose speaker which is the best thing I have ever done in my life is to stop using my iPhone speaker and get a nice speaker. The sound, the minimalist design, the wireless technology. Sometimes things can make you happy.
I moved this week. Dale made fun of me that I can move my entire life in two loads in my teeny car. "That's just kind of sad, Lacey. That's all you have after all this time."
I have a teeny life, just like my car and my speaker. Minimalism keeps the mind clear. Stuff clutters your space and your head.
Tori helped me move just over the hill and into town. The sign says "Population: 350" but after living deep in the woods for two years, it might as well be New York City.
I am so blessed and grateful for all this change that has come my way with housing and work. The other day, I wandered to the other side of the farm during sunset. Everything was drenched in amber light like when you take a deep, amber colored honey and hold it up to the sunlight, that is what was cloaking the landscape. I found a gate at the end of the property and entered a whole new world of Point Reyes, the mesa. I followed the setting sun to a secret little trail which lead me to town in a matter of minutes.
For the first two years I was in West Marin, I never sat still. I was always going to the city to see friends, do yoga, get my hair cut, everything but since I have returned from my time in Europe this new need to stay put has happened upon me. I love West Marin and I want to do everything here. I want my friends to visit me instead of me always going to see everyone else. And I have local friends now, which is so satisfying. I noticed this when I moved, I had many people who offered to help, I have friends I can ask favors of. It's been a really long time since I have had that community. It's been years of being independent and doing it all with no help. I have community now. I think I had to go away to realize that I had it but I do, more so than I have had in a long time.
I want stay local. My side jobs have to be local, my grocery shopping, my socializing, dating, my shopping, it would be great to convince photo clients to come here. Ahh, maybe I am over the top but being on the road for two months made me realize how much I adore where I am.
I awoke at 6 AM the other morning. It was pitch black on the farm and quiet, so quiet. I stopped by Bovine Bakery on my way to work. The entire town was dark and sleepy but Bovine had a warm light on inside. I stepped inside to the aroma of yummy things being baked in the oven and a group of older locals reading the NY Times and chatting with each other. 6:30 in the morning is where you see the real Point Reyes. I say hi to the owner and grab a coffee and sit amongst the others, soaking it all in, my new life as a townie.