Adjusting.

Well, I've made it to Klamath Falls.  I haven't yet found a job, but I'm still looking.  I've just been hanging out at our little farm house.  I can see Mt. Shasta from the porch, it's pretty glorious.  Mountains are so majestic, so surreal.  Sometimes I think I can reach out and touch it--it's that close.  The light that shines through the trees seems to make the whole house so peaceful.  All I can hear is Koda snoring and the cars as they pass out on the highway.  That's not too bad.  I'd rather hear that than city sounds.  Cars, horns honking, people yelling, screaming, glass shattering... 

But I do miss being close to the city.  It was nice being able to just get up and drive there and come back in one day.  I miss Monmouth.  I think it's okay to miss Monmouth.  I think there are a lot of people out there that do miss it.  I miss people there--my friends.  I miss the insanely odd coffee shop where I used to go sit and read and drink my chai tea.  I honestly miss doing my laundry at the laundry mat.  I loved going there, it was always such a weird encounter.  But it was memorable.  And that's what we want, right?  To create and enjoy our memories of things, people, places.  There are some fine memories from Monmouth.  Good and bad ones, but undeniably there are more good than bad.  Monmouth is where I essentially grew up as an adult.  I spent my childhood in Chiloquin.  I grew up as a teenager (18) to my 20's in Coos Bay.  And then I spent the rest of the time in Monmouth.  

 Now it seems I've come full circle.
I can't say I'm all the way grown-up and fully ready for all the grown-up stuff, but I do give thanks and gratitude to Monmouth for allowing me to sometimes be a little out of control, but still encouraging me to be the person that I know I am.  Thanks Monmouth.  And thank you friends for reading this rubbish.  Adios.