From Homebound to Home Bound

There is a reason I haven’t posted more details about my health-induced home search: I couldn’t get enough oxygen to type or think straight. But as I pack up for the final stage of a move to HOME, I find myself thinking of the runner-up and how shocked I (and my family) were that it didn’t work out.

January in New Hampshire went really well. I could breathe. I could walk. I could play in the snow. And work. I even felt like playing with my camera.

February back in Rocklin didn’t go well. I tried to keep up. But between poor air quality and neighbors creating smoke in various activities, I didn’t stand a chance. By mid-month my brain was jumbling words again and I could no longer take walks.

The big hope was March in Monterey. I’d been there for an extended stay before, in November, and found it therapeutic. But spring pollen and molds got the better of me. In a mere five days, my year-long photo project was cancelled. I was on my way to a lung infection and simple things — like getting dressed or making breakfast — would leave me breathless. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t read. And I was crushed. I had to return to Rocklin and my husband used the rest of my vacation rental for a working holiday.

Enter an unplanned April back in New Hampshire. With maple pollen spewing and black flies emerging, I explored the Lakes Region looking for trouble. I didn’t find any. By the end of the month, I was walking and thinking and reading and photographing. I even took the train to NYC and navigated the subway between Brooklyn and CUNY’s chapbook festival. No problem.

So in May we found a house. In June we closed the deal. In July we moved in stuff. And in August — in just a few hours — my son and I will begin the first phase of settling in: driving our car cross country in time to register him at his new school. At long last, September looks full of promise.

wish vs. reality wish vs. reality


Film Noir

It’s a day of all things French today. Picked up a tap-n-go bus card that works a lot like the Metro passes. Ate brunch at a creperie run by French-speaking Algerians. Picked up petit pain et pain au chocolat at a French bakery (not run by French speakers). The sky was even in a melancholic mood, turning from blue to grey in the blink of an eye.

today's moody sky

And tonight? I’m off to an international film festival that promises to disturb and provoke thought, as well as entertain. But not even the darkest film will bring me down tonight BECAUSE I HAVE INTERNET ACCESS AGAIN. Not in an Alvarado Street eatery, but in my rented living room. Ah, luxury:-)

P.S. If you want today’s Coastal Meditation, here’s the link: