The loveliest of moments is happening for this girl, sitting in my new apartment in my new life. The window is open, the city behind me and the breeze swirling through as I sit among my boxes and curtain fabric and containers, even the chair I am sitting on is filled so I am at its tip. I am eating fresh dried mango from the corner market and my only company are the wilting plum colored flowers Chad had waiting for me for my homecoming. I've just went for my first alone run to Golden Gate Park and decided to take a different route than my live in tour guide took me on yesterday. I wanted to see if I could get a bit lost and find my way out. And I did. Too easily so tomorrow I will make a greater effort to plant myself in the middle of nowhere I've ever been. The weather is unseasonably warm and sunny as can be. It is the best welcoming I could have asked for. Yesterday, Chad and I ventured together on a run through the park. Families and tourists and people were everywhere and my favorite was a curly haired little girl with her stem of pink crystaled sugar. She was eagerly working her way to the bottom of the stem but she had a ways to go. We had a rest at a duck pond. Today, I ran through the section where the hippies lie on the lawn and I thought perhaps the contact high that would come if I would just spend several minutes may interfere with my ambitious run so I kept going. I found my way to the market and took a long quiet time to discover what my new grocery had as finds. No carob, sad... but there is some not too far from here. Tonight, I will spend time in my one finished room, the kitchen, making dinner for my love who will come home from work to my days progress. I am hoping he will be impressed. I will be impressed when a handy man comes and builds my much needed closet. I will tackle most things but this is one for a professional person with large tools. Meanwhile, boxes... oh boxes...
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