Go West, Indeed

Moving time is creeping up.

Last year, I went west for a short period when HRH married, to put the house in order, have the Garage Sale and then, head back to New York, where I had planned on staying...having sold almost everything I owned, put my house on the market, figuring I'd be set here in New York.

Recession hit. My little House in the Land O'Utes didn't sell, and, I am heading back home to live there. As much as ich bien ein New Yorker, I can't carry on living on grits.

Now, I'm going back, to live on real food, in a fairly empty home. Remember the Garage Sale, and selling pretty much everything I owned??

Things change.

I will go from walking one kind of canyons to another.

I will find myself no longer surrounded by eight million of my closest unknown friends, where it takes me two hours to go five miles but, by 20 stoplights, and everyone I know in town is within a ten minute drive.

One Starbucks in town, instead of one on every corner. Not that it matters, I drink my coffee at a friend's shop on Main Street.

For once, I won't have a pet of any kind... this alone will be something to adjust to, not having even the glaooming rat chewing puppy upstairs who is currently snoozing on my leaking inflatable bed, her head on my feet... this will take getting used to.

I will return to a real bed. I have to admit, I am looking forward to not blowing up my bed on a regular basis.

I am moving from what is seen as a 'great' deal in New York, a nice sized basement apartment with free utilities and WiFi (and amazing landlords) to a house for the same price. I am giving up R and C... that part makes my heart hurt.

I gain The Investment and HRH and a gaggle of Neebes children and two Cheeky kids, each with their own delightful way about them.

I will take C home in my heart. He will always own a piece of it.

The WeatherGuy stays here, too... having taught me much. We are always in touch, and he still makes me laugh. My Oddship.. well, that is something fragile and beloved and each of us respects what the other can do, is thankful for the other's presence, and we stand back...I'm not sure why.

The films I see will no longer be nicked offline, but, once more, I'll sit there with my kids or Sisterwife, at the Church of The Cinema 8, where you can see a first run film for $4.50, and get the BigAssBucketSpecial (large re-filled popcorn, two large re-filled drinks AND a candy, thankyouverymuch) for $10.00. My thighs quiver at the thought.

I will go from nothing of mine, to a full yard, that needs planting and love and with luck, will again flourish. No more looking out over the skyline....instead, I can sit on my front swing, behind my iron fence, and look over 100 miles of open land, to the mountain range beyond. Clear skies and Orion are there, waiting. I won't see stars at the Waverly Inn or on Broadway, mine are above...

I still have three more plays to cram in, then, I'll be working on three plays. I am the Prop Goddess....I am not allowed near power tools. One flat still bears my blood because of said tools. Some think it is cursed, much like King's Mangler.

The ferry and subways will be a thing of my past, I-15 and the perfectly laid out streets of Utah will be my present. Norma and I will learn each other again, I will remember she is not drivable in the snow, and that I know more curse words that I know here, bringing them forth when people forget simple things like turn signals or to stop for a stop sign. They will learn that now I call everyone in the world, "Jack".

It's a 2366.72 mile drive, give or take. It may include a side trip to Texas, to pick up a friend there. Nothing like an extra week of driving to the woman who hates cars. Otherwise, it's I-70 straight to Utah, with a stop off in Denver to see the FMDkids there, then, a left turn on I-15, head straight south for 90 minues, and I'm home.

Home. At least for a bit.

You never know where you are going to land, do you?