I have been waiting a long time for this time.
Since my days in New York City over a decade ago, I have been in constant pursuit of an outdoor space. Where I could sit for hours. That was safe and well lit. With a bathroom close by.
The Universe knew all this when she brought me to sunny San Diego in 2013. Now you can sit and write outside, she said.
I thought I knew better than the Universe, so I moved to San Francisco in 2015. For the next three years, the wind whipped and the fog dripped. And I did not write outside.
This was a mistake. I let Justin rescue me, and I moved back into the sun to be with my Prince Charming. Our castle is an eight-hundred square-foot beach bungalow a mile away from the Pacific Ocean.
Our castle is a fixer-upper. Over the past six years, we’ve been fixing ‘er up. Bit by bit, we’re coming into this century. Recent renovations included rewiring to a new fuse box, installing solar panels on the roof, and painting the exterior of the house Peppercorn Gray. With these changes, our outdoor space has blossomed from industrial mess to potenial patio.
That’s where I am sitting now. Protected by my newly errected privacy wall, surrounded by my potted plants. Succulents and cacti. Jasmine and lavender so far.
I could sit here for hours! I do sit here for hours.
I have been waiting a long time for this time. But the wait is over. The time to write is now.
