I am so very grateful for these weeks of being here — it’s been healing for me to be in one place, a place where I’ve reconnected with so many friends from my past, walked so much, and checked out this transformed town where I lived 30 years ago. My hipster card is renewed! In another decade, this place will be completely gentrified, I’m afraid. I got to see my brother gig a couple of times, went past all my old apartments, got out in the hills, discovered new neighborhoods. I got fancy face cream, a moon calendar for 2018, got my credit union banking straightened out (since there’s a branch here). It seems to me I could take a picture of almost every house in this town, as they all seem to have something lovely and unique about them.
I am also ready for the wide open spaces again, and won’t miss seeing the more obvious signs of human misery, or being a little anxious about my car.
So, if one person says it, you might be able to brush it off, but if every single friend says “I hated how he treated you,” then you kind of get the point. I realized just this morning that while the ex considered it a moral failing to leave a light on, or inefficiently load the dishwasher, but evidently doesn’t consider it a moral failing to abruptly dump his wife of 25 years, well then. Someone’s all in their dick, huh? I have had some revelations, regrets and rage.
I’ll be heading for New Mexico by Sunday — having turned a year older in the meantime. I think I’ll wear the fancy dress that Zin MADE ME buy!!