California Border

We just flew over the border. We feel joyful to be back, to point out the manzanitas to Rider. Beautiful California. Now I remember pushing down any sadness I felt in leaving. California is a lot to try to push down. We were embracing the new when we left, fleeing a fright of a neighbor, anxiety of the familiar. So I guess that is what made leaving possible, well, that and economic necessity. Still, there is much to solve before we know where we'll put the Rose Geranium. Very much. We'll be leaving some friends, Rider's birth tree, the glorious Portland Farmer's market, Sapphire's NIA class, Last Thursdays on Alberta, the Fruit Loop, Sauvie Island with it's berries, corn mazes and harvest festivals, a beautiful house and vegetable garden...many things, but these were in some ways, forgive me, Portland, consolations. Meaning this. As much as a person may have to recommend them, as much as they may be to so many, if the chemistry isn't there you can't make yourself fall in love. And you will always know that and feel guilty that you can't appreciate them as is certainly their due. And you are taking up space that belongs to a true Portlander. So maybe we'll mark it down as an opportunistic affair, "Honey, love the one your with." So we'll tip our hat to Portland and wiggle our berry stained fingers as we head south. "Yeah, that Portland, she was a great hal." And California will unfurl in front of us, blowing our minds until there is no room for anywhere else.


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