Darlin'..I have been off of the road now for over a week, have walked the Woods two or three times, cruised all the old spots, watched countless movies and heard tons of music and found that I have been noticeably wanting in the words to share department. Not that I didn't have them by the bushel basket full for you on that long and dusty road trip I took a couple weeks back. And not to say that I haven't had an armful to share with you while job opportunities fell by the wayside and house offers stacked up. No, it's just that I am in this interesting spot, which sounds like something like Pooh might say. I am not so much sitting and waiting as I am shifting stuff and looking at various options as things like unemployment checks and joblines yield less and moreso of it every day.
Looking back it seems like I went on that trip not only to talk to Santa Clara County and to see the kids but to look at the land and see where a full grown man, his stuff and his cat might land once the house was sold and out of the way. I thought, once I got out of the Puget Sound region, that almost anyplace would do, but then I kept running up against the walls of memory and decided that where I should go is a place where my kids and you and I and an awful lot of life lived over the past twenty years really hasn't had much of an influence over my emotional and mental state. A fresh start would be mighty nice about right now, you know?
To that end I thought that Portland would be nice, as I have tons of great memories there, and maybe Grants Pass would do, too, as I had a good time when I lived there and the beginnings of my travails weren't too pronounced there. I thought, too, of Redding, for there was no bad there at all, just good Mexican food. As I kept making my way down the coast I kept finding more and more places to consider, to the point where I was overloading the ledger, outweighing the scale. I have to be serious about these places I'm considering, for I believe I am good for one really great move and then two or three smaller ones once I find the region of my dreams. As for that drive, once I finished up my interview in San Jose I said to myself, I could live here. I had all the things a man could want, that is, except for an immediate job. The one I interviewed for didn't pan out but the region is still interesting enough for me to consider. Another opportunity awaits. Hayward wants to talk to me next week. Let's see where it goes.
No matter what the house is being looked at hard, with a house inspection already out of the way and ready to be negotiated. Whether or not the gal who put earnest money down on it continues to be interested in it remains to be seen, but I know, having finished that five state journey on a good note, that I will soon have to make up my mind where to go, and where I go needs to be a place where my heart can be handled gently. I know that I can fantasize along with the best of them, pretend that places like Vancouver, WA and San Francisco and Huntington Beach would get me through the summer time, but why would I want to be so far from the kids when I could just as easily look for temporary work in the Treasure Valley as I could down south? Why bask in the sun on the beach in SoCal when I can ride the Wild Waves with my kids in Boise in June?
When I ran into you the other day I left many words unspoken because I felt it would be unkind of me to share words with you that wouldn't be appreciated. Know that those words were thought of and tossed off into the wind on that long journey of mine, one that that had me looking hard all over the place for a place to lay down my head and hang my hat. I found many places along the way that I could find some sense of peace and solice, that I could be close to my children and yet within some sort of hailing distance from a part of the world that colored my history in a such a bittersweet way. Know that all those words and that rough mileage and those elusive jobs and the location of my next new homes all sort of come together here, and that when I finally do find that place in the road where I am comfortable and that welcomes me you will be one of the first to know.
In the meantime, I need to go out and round up some fresh new words to share with you. New adventures await and new stories are aching to be told. Let me finish up this old saga and then we'll start the fire anew, pass the pipe and let the stories roll.
Your WHMB
Looking back it seems like I went on that trip not only to talk to Santa Clara County and to see the kids but to look at the land and see where a full grown man, his stuff and his cat might land once the house was sold and out of the way. I thought, once I got out of the Puget Sound region, that almost anyplace would do, but then I kept running up against the walls of memory and decided that where I should go is a place where my kids and you and I and an awful lot of life lived over the past twenty years really hasn't had much of an influence over my emotional and mental state. A fresh start would be mighty nice about right now, you know?
To that end I thought that Portland would be nice, as I have tons of great memories there, and maybe Grants Pass would do, too, as I had a good time when I lived there and the beginnings of my travails weren't too pronounced there. I thought, too, of Redding, for there was no bad there at all, just good Mexican food. As I kept making my way down the coast I kept finding more and more places to consider, to the point where I was overloading the ledger, outweighing the scale. I have to be serious about these places I'm considering, for I believe I am good for one really great move and then two or three smaller ones once I find the region of my dreams. As for that drive, once I finished up my interview in San Jose I said to myself, I could live here. I had all the things a man could want, that is, except for an immediate job. The one I interviewed for didn't pan out but the region is still interesting enough for me to consider. Another opportunity awaits. Hayward wants to talk to me next week. Let's see where it goes.
No matter what the house is being looked at hard, with a house inspection already out of the way and ready to be negotiated. Whether or not the gal who put earnest money down on it continues to be interested in it remains to be seen, but I know, having finished that five state journey on a good note, that I will soon have to make up my mind where to go, and where I go needs to be a place where my heart can be handled gently. I know that I can fantasize along with the best of them, pretend that places like Vancouver, WA and San Francisco and Huntington Beach would get me through the summer time, but why would I want to be so far from the kids when I could just as easily look for temporary work in the Treasure Valley as I could down south? Why bask in the sun on the beach in SoCal when I can ride the Wild Waves with my kids in Boise in June?
When I ran into you the other day I left many words unspoken because I felt it would be unkind of me to share words with you that wouldn't be appreciated. Know that those words were thought of and tossed off into the wind on that long journey of mine, one that that had me looking hard all over the place for a place to lay down my head and hang my hat. I found many places along the way that I could find some sense of peace and solice, that I could be close to my children and yet within some sort of hailing distance from a part of the world that colored my history in a such a bittersweet way. Know that all those words and that rough mileage and those elusive jobs and the location of my next new homes all sort of come together here, and that when I finally do find that place in the road where I am comfortable and that welcomes me you will be one of the first to know.
In the meantime, I need to go out and round up some fresh new words to share with you. New adventures await and new stories are aching to be told. Let me finish up this old saga and then we'll start the fire anew, pass the pipe and let the stories roll.
Your WHMB
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