I received the best Road Carma sign from above yesterday. Two, actually, if you count the wonderful phone call from Greta. I also found a potato chip shaped like a happy face. Perfectly round, with even eyes and a smiley shaped crack. That's gotta be a good sign.
I left the Bay Area two days ago now. Leaving via the east bay, I could just make out the Golden Gate Bridge poking its head out of the fog, and I spent the next hour on the road thinking about all the things I really, really love about San Francisco. There's kinda a lot.
Since then, I've been daydreaming about Montana. I almost couldn't sleep that first night out, my head was so filled of plans. It's ridiculous, since I don't even know what the place looks like yet, but I just know it is going to be perfect, and it's just up there waiting for me.
I am always telling myself to slow down, enjoy what I'm doing, but it's really, really hard this time! There's a big, perfect place, in a small, perfect town just up there waiting for me, so what the hell am I doing down here? I blasted out 12 hours on the interstate yesterday, and now I'm just 6 hours away, in Seattle, doing my best to slow down. I'm visiting a friend who moved up here a year ago, and as great as it is to see him, I'm itching to move again.
He's just tempted me with Snoqualamie Falls, featured in Twin Peaks, only 20 minutes away. And Bainbridge Island. Okay, maybe just one more night. Montana will still be there tomorrow. Ooo, is that like, "I'll be right back"? Am I tempting fate? If so... actually, I would love to see what the hell could wipe Montana off the map in one day. Bring it on. Montana will still be there tomorrow.
Add-on: Perhaps I should actually tell you what I am doing. I am going to Montana for the winter, to write, knit, paint, and basically be as artsy and cold as I can for a while. Through providence and a wonderful woman, I have a big house to caretake, and space enough to do whatever I please. Life is good.