Strawberries are still in the grocery stores, near the pumpkins, and sunshine alternates with storm clouds. It's a strange season, literally and figuratively. Things have changed all around, little breezes have lifted us from city to city and from city to town, leaving three little dandelion seeds to settle in the red dirt of a place in West Texas that I swore we would never be found, once upon a time. Things have changed, I know, because I find myself liking it here. Me, the one who jumped at the first chance to move to Hollywood..the one who chuckled at her husband's southern mannerisms...the one who swore she couldn't survive less than twenty miles away from a Whole Foods, Sephora and a vegan hot dog stand.
Pfft.
I'm slowly discovering that there is just as much culture here, just as rich a history as any little corner of the big city ever offered me. In four weeks, I have dug in a bit with my little trowel of optimism, and made myself at home...crickets, fire ants, geckos and all. We can share what little ground I occupy, as long as they respect the personal space I developed as a hardened citizen of the cement jungle.
Aidan is five, now. And I'm old twenty-seven. And Russ is almost THIRTY. So of course I'm much more learned and mature now with increasingly pressing matters to discuss here on the blog. <snort> Actually, I'm up to the same old tricks, interested in mostly the same things, but a whole new set of life experiences has definitely given me fresh perspective on the big picture, the small stuff, the everyday and the someday. Not sure I have more to say but I certainly have more to think about, and I'm happy to be back in the place where I've always been able to think out loud.
