But this year, I took several trips to the desert. And during my last trip not too long ago, I found myself drawn to the tranquility of the desert days and nights. I fell in love with the night sky filled with stars and the sound of the whispering wind. I felt a different kind of home.
S, my oldest, best-est friend, asked me if I'd move there. To the desert. Well, actually, she said, I should move there. With no question mark. And when I saw the look on her face, that she really missed me, I couldn't lie to her: I'd have to have a good reason to. Not that being closer to my oldest, best friend isn't a good reason, but I have my career and my family and my whole life in the city.
But, I'd consider it, I told her.
You see, I've always imagined myself living in two different places. I just thought those two different places would be Los Angeles and New York. I'd practice law in Los Angeles. And I'd write and teach in New York. I know people who do it. And I told myself, one day, I will, too.
But, then, I wouldn't mind writing in the desert either. Something in the calm spoke to my heart. My soul. And touched a part of me that I didn't know existed. Even the thunder and lightning (that freaked me out) gave me a jolt of inspiration.
Plus, I love the drive there. And if I could love that, then, I'm not quite the city girl I claim to be. Here are some shots from my recent drive to and from the desert ... (I know I shouldn't be taking pictures, but I can't help not capturing the beautiful sky and scenic view.)
Love it! :)
So, S said I could use her spare room. Turn it into my office or writing space. She's trying. And I was touched. I told her I'll come back in a couple of weeks. Try it out and do some writing. If I'm able to write two chapters, I might just take her up on her offer.
New adventures are good. Right? And sometimes, even when we have no intention of going somewhere, we find ourselves there, and surprise ourselves.
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