After two years of exploring some of California, barely making a dent,
I’m heading back east (and south, to a place I’ve never been…) with a lemon tree and two stacks of books. Trying to make room in the put-put mobile for a case of water, flashlight and other good-to-have survivally things, just in case, but it’s a small car and choices must be made. Forget the cooler and pillows. Who needs cold drinks and refreshing grapes when there’s a lemon tree in the back seat ready to experience the world beyond this balcony and listen to me sing with Tom Waits for hours then days? I don’t know when the lemon tree weaseled so much precious space for itself, it makes more sense to gift it to a neighbor, but I’m attached. I don’t have any animals or young humans but there’s a good thing going between the flora and I. If this tree survives I’m giving her a name and crocheting her a scarf. It’s just you and me, Lemmy.
As for the stacks of books, they’re my friends. If anything bad happens, I can chew the pages, wear the pages or fashion some kind of shelter from the pages. Defend myself with the threat of papercuts or throw a heavy book, grab Lemmy and hide. I’m not Vin Diesel.
I’ve always wanted to take a cross-country road trip. This dream road trip took place in the kind of car you don’t look at and wonder if it has 3000 miles in it. I imagined bouncing from the biggest ball of yarn to towns like Williams, Arizona with kitschy main streets where you can taste the dirt off Route 66. And I was always heading west. Westward bound road trips make more sense as the landscape unfolds. Some day I’ll take that trip. This one’s about transportation and shaking things off. Someone wrote that the desert empties you out and that sounds good.
I love California, but haven’t loved living here. Plus I miss my nieces! I can’t wait to go to band concerts (my little drummer girl) and track meets (another runner). This week I’m filling boxes, stubbing toes and bidding adieu for now to the Pacific and California’s awesome vegetation.
Questions: Which way do I go? Where do I stop? Who’s out there? Would anybody watch a reality show exactly like Shark Tank only without the sharks in which I tell you about all of my good ideas? Tease: Bean bag train!