Wenatchee isn't so bad
I've only been here a week but it's time to pack up and head out again. I was reminded how much I really actually do like being in Wenatchee. The crocuses are in full bloom and it looks like I'll miss the daffodils by only a couple of days. An intrepid spider has already made a home between my left classic boot and ski bag where I dropped them in the garage. It's still too cold for rattlesnakes but it's nice to know that they're hiding out close by. I ran into an old classmate that I never would have thought to call and was shocked to find how much I truly did enjoy visiting with her. I ran up Saddlerock and enjoyed time out in the sun among the foothills of the Cascades. I had my own bed and different clothes to wear than what I've been wearing since November and a small flat of Chilean blueberries in the fridge that magically replaces itself when the blueberries get eaten. Life here is not so bad.
And, as usual, I got two vaccines and a dental check-up. I think that I'll be able to consider myself a grown-up only when I stop going to the dentist every time I visit my parents' house.
And, as usual, I got two vaccines and a dental check-up. I think that I'll be able to consider myself a grown-up only when I stop going to the dentist every time I visit my parents' house.
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Even though my mother is in the process of selling her house, I still trek to Santa Fe as often as I can. The memories of a home: the comfort of a bed (even if that bed is now in the garage), the validation of my high school belongings, the flavors found only at that one restaurant, recognizing faces from a previous life (from a previous me). I understand this.
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