The minutes before I opened the email that would decide whether I was staying or going, I found myself praying that I wouldn't be hired. As much as I had hoped and planned for Santa Fe the weeks preceding, the final minutes weirdly involved pleading for rejection.
I was still a little disappointed though; it took me a day to understand that it happened just like this for a reason. I am incredibly lucky to be spending my summer in this place and with these people (my closest friends are a 55 year old artist, pie-maker, and mother of two, a 30 year old poet on the run, and a 13 year old girl with the most incredible sense of humor).
I am going to say something that I haven't said yet about this place, and I certainly have not said this more than once or twice in my life.
I am glad to be where I am.
And now I will show you where I am:
This was my first home upon arrival in Forestville, a tent on Lauri's porch (look at that view!)
No, really, look at it:
The beach!
In other news, I have a home!!!!!
It is a small but beautiful nook off of a very kind customer's house equipped with its own bathroom and an outdoor shower. I am absolutely in love with it.
outdoor shower!
my porch
and this is just a few minutes away
I am happy.
fin.
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