Transition.

 I’m going to miss where I’m at.  After the nutty closing at Distillery Farm I moved to Susan’s house and set up camp at her place. It’s beautiful here on top of the mountain. She has seven wooded acres and I’ve enjoyed eating wild blueberries, blackberries and raspberries by the handsful. I’ve walked up on deer napping under the trampoline and at almost every turn there are rabbits scurrying back to the brush.

  In a couple days I leave this little paradise to go farther North. I’m buying a house in the Detroit area for $2000.00. That’s right, only 2K. My good friend Suzanne sent me pictures and said she would have no quams about buying this house and that was good enough for me. It needs a little work but anything worth keeping does. I may even be able to buy the adjoining lots to my place for a couple hundred dollars a piece. Those areas would be my gardens. In times like these there are a lot of opportunities for people who don’t mind a little work. With a home paid for a person can retire and by that I mean not struggle to pay bills and float life. I look forward to having the time to do what I want, travel more and enjoy whoever I’m with.

   It’s a funny thing with timing. When Sequoia and I were living together I had planned to build a boat and that would be how I retired and lived a life of adventure and travel. One day she told me that the idea of possibly losing her home (boat sinks) and having no place to go with everything lost scared her. So I went and changed a life long dream and started to think about having a home on land. I even built furniture that we would have in our house. The economy changed the next couple years and things got tough. We lived in a few places and always felt like we were under somebody’s thumb. I tried the best I could to make what we had a home but it just wasn’t. Here I am buying a house where we can do whatever we want and she is now hiking the Appalachian Trail and doesn’t know if she wants to come back to me or keep on travelling when she is done. Ah, the timing of things.

   Open relationships are subject to many things. In many ways there is a freedom that other styles of relationships don’t have yet there are many ways an open relationship has uncertainties of it’s lifespan. We’ve been apart almost five months, travelled, enjoyed other lovers and changed as people. We were together six years. I look at the furniture I made and think of dreams we had. I look at pictures. I smell her on her clothes. I wonder what the future brings. Oh yeah, change.

   It seems like every year my life changes 360 degrees. I can be a thousand miles from my last place and into something completely different. The last few years I didn’t do the same impulsive moves that had me live a great life as I used to do. I was more conservative and focused on dreams and goals instead of living the life I loved. Bad move, but I’m fixing that now. I’ve watched how things are just laying out better than I could have planed and I’m open to the opportunities they provide. I would have never thought to look to the mid West for a home but I put it out there that I was ready to go where ever I needed to get back in the flow of the lifestyle I like. I have to admit I like it when I am faced with things that make my mind race to find solutions. I have no idea how their building departments work, what problems I’ll face or how I’ll make money. I do know I have a history of making things work out and this might be one of the easiest projects I’ve undertaken, and it will be mine to leave from and come back to. Finally, I’ll have a home base.

   I’ll miss where I’m at but I’m thankful I got a chance to be here. I’m very thankful for everything over these last five months. I’m thankful for how my future looks. I really like being me.