like waking up at 3am to an email from Matt. Dear Matt. He writes the most amazing letters. Well, I take that back, anything he writes is amazing. The man has a gift for words, he paints pictures full of imagination and life. We only talk maybe twice a year, but I can't even tell you how much I love hearing from him. Strangely enough, I met him on EHarmony like.... I just went to look, it was Dec 20, 2010. I've never even met him in real life. It was just one of those automatic friendships though. He has his own coffee business that he started, and now it's a million dollar baby. I'm so incredibly proud of him. I tried for years to get him to come to the beach, but he never did. We imagine scenarios in which we combine our talents and products- and create salad dressings. Now he's interested in spices... It's so much fun to live in the world of imagination with him, where anything is possible and life is magical.
My life continues as it always has. I'm heading to Colorado for the weekend to go to Eve's baby shower, and then swing down for church in Cripple Creek and see all the people there. I miss them dreadfully, so it'll be good to see them. I was trying to explain to Eve, how that area, how those people hold the memory of home for me. It's no longer home, but it once was, and it's nice to be reminded, though aching at times.
My aunt asked me yesterday if since I bought a bed, that that means adventures are over for me. Never, was my response. But I think she wants me to be continually on the move. She's just started being mobile around the same time as I moved here, and she loves it. I'm not moving. God said stay, so I'm staying. Will I still travel? Absolutely, but this is now my base, for better or worse. And I do enjoy it here. I like my little house, my routine, my life. Maybe one day I'll be a gypsy again, but not for the foreseeable future.
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