it is so soothing.
might be why i woke up this morning and could only hear the crows in the backyard. usually its all swamp sounds of locusts, crickets, and random Chernobyl sized insects.
today am, i could only hear the most familiar sounds of birds and crows that reminded me of my shoreline yard after a summer rain. sweet smell, wet grass, birds taking advantage of the poor surfaced worms.
i guess it is becoming home. just home.
when i stood by the open window a second time (after a sip of coffee), i did hear the swamp sounds too, but not as loud. tuning into familiar smells and sounds.
sort of the same theme with my crew. you know i have a ton of new friends in this city, but the ones that have stuck are from the west coast! i am not prejudice against easterners. just seems i have the most in common with water loving, foodie having, mouthy westerners.
in fact, i met a fun new friend thru walter who is so sincere and fun. was really proud of myself for coming out of my western bubble. turns out she has been in dc for 3 years, but is really from san diego! we are like magnets for westerners. shoot.
i will take the familiarity for now. its making this move feel much less abrasive. so the key to happiness in a new coast is taking about 25% of the population of your home town with you. =)
me and dad at snow lake last year on labor day weekend.
man, i love real mountains!! and i miss dad.=)
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