Home means different things to different people. Some people barely have enough to survive day-to-day, and some live in almost palatial surroundings. As a “creature of comfort,” I like to have my “stuff” within reach, but living in my little Toyota Dolphin this summer I learned what I do and don’t need to be happy.
My “home” is anywhere Cali is. Our evening “ritual” at home is for her to go to sleep on her memory foam dog bed and I go to sleep in my bed. However, sometime during the night she finds a spot to lay on my feet. Just before dawn, she nuzzles along my side and when I open my eyes gives me a doggie “kiss” on the face. She looks and me and I say: “Let’s get up” and another day begins as she jumps off the bed.
This summer I explored and traveled – traveled and explored. Sometimes I like meeting up with other folks, but a few days spent alone with Cali is fine too. There was a “rhythm” to our days – especially when I was active biking, hiking, or kayaking. At night, I fell asleep almost immediately and awoke with the first light of day feeling rested and renewed.
Maybe it’s coming home, or maybe it’s the change of seasons. Somehow I’m feeling less “inspired” and lost in the shuffle. It’s work to keep up a house. However, when you are living in a mobile unit space is precious and one is better “organized.”
I get up, putter around drinking coffee and spending time on the computer, drive out to run errands, and end up by watching a DVD or two in the evening.
My big surprise was last night when I decided to go to the Big Band Dance Club. The dance used to be held at the local country club which is now defunct. However, the dance is held in a “big old gym” of a local charter school with a really nice wood floor. On alternate Thursdays their is live music and CD’s.
It was “fun.” I danced quite a bit, chatted with some people I hadn’t seen in awhile, and generally had a nice time. So, I guess I’m “acclimating” to life at home – at least for awhile…