People move everyday. Across town, across the country. Away from home, back home. Always it is a stressful and sometimes exciting thing. Always tiresome at any age. There is the preparation for it, the anticipation, and the actual backbreaking moving of all the "stuff" you have collected over the years to the next phase of your life. In a way it is like being in your head and changing jobs, or changing boyfriends/girlfirends, husbands/wives etc. Interesting to me how they are all interconnected to each other. We carry all the old to the new. But I digress don't I?
Lincoln City was very different than Paso Robles in location. Paso is dry and inland. Lincoln City is right at the ocean and wet. But they are both small towns. They are both somewhat isolated from the rest of the state and larger cities. No real shopping centers (bummer!) But the commonalities that I have already found is that people are helpful and fiendly and ready to give you directions and tell you where to get the best deal or the best Mexican food in town. This has been a common thread in all the moves I have made.
Yes, those that have known me, know I am a gypsy at heart. I would live in a suitcase if I could for weeks at a time. I love to see new parts of this land. I love to talk to new people. So, moving, well I just hate the heavy lifting stuff. Bring in the muscle and I am good to go.
I have anchors that keep me sane in old friends that have been around in my adult life that are my "home" in my heart. No matter where I go as long as I can keep in contact with them I know I am still within reach of balance. So, moving to Lincoln City is to explore the Northwest and find a calm space to write more.
There are many good things here already. I will tell you about them in the future. Many interesting people here that we all have run across where you are. So, lift up your head and look around. Who are you sitting next to?
Coy
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