Somewhere between duct taped shower curtains (yes. for real.) and $3.oo wine (yes. again.) I took a quick trip to Big Sur, California. And had a few moments that made me remember, yet again, why we packed up our lives, drove for 5 days, and put a lot of faith in our dreams.
Mom was in the new home state for a work-thingy and I jumped on the opportunity to pick her up at the airport to spend some quality time. Tarragon Pea Soup was consumed. Garden shops were browsed. Afternoon tea was had. Overwhelming gratitude took over.
(Then I realized I DID have a camera with a functional SD card, despite all odds...)
I made the 45 minute drive to Big Sur from Monterey, not really looking for anything in particular.
And I found Me.
In a place so beautiful it's almost painful, it was a gift to just sit on the rails of a random vehicle pull-off and watch the surf hit the ragged coastline.
Take photos and write in a journal.
I was struck, again, by a sense of endless possibilities and hope. Of "Future is as Future Does" to quote (yes. again.) Mason Jennings, and I drove back home, hit with the same sensation I get after a particularly kick-booty Savasana.
(Until I realized that the mega-produce stand in Moss Hill was open at 9:30 pm. And selling organic baby heirloom tomatoes for $1.50/carton. And avocados 3 for $1. And organic seedless grapes for $0.79/lb. Then the drive ground to a halt to allow for mass produce purchase totaling $6.00.)
For those of you wondering what the hell we were thinking, moving to California in the middle of the worst economy in more than 20 years? (Aside from organic produce and hilariously emo self-portraits) I leave you with this:
That's what I thought.