Space and Quiet and Noise

I finally made it home from the last leg of my most recent adventure! However, I’m not sure what state I’ll be in three weeks from now, so it appears my adventures are becoming so frequent the only determining factor for when they end is when I decide to draw the line and start a new one. It’s a purely subjective decision to say I finished my trip. I am quickly coming to the realization that I am always tripping.

Right now though I have some much-needed time to myself. Housesitting for a friend, I am so delighted to be somewhere where there is no one else. As much as my outgoing personality and gregarious disposition enjoy the constant stream of people I encounter traveling, my inner introvert loves to sit back and write with no one looking over my shoulder. Fortunately, Camp NaNo is coming up and that’s exactly what I plan to do with my July.

This house I sit in has a long history in my personal memory. It belongs to the family of one of my oldest friends, and I cannot count how many play dates I’ve had here. The better part of my life has been lived in proximity to this place. Last time I was here though, it was for that friend’s graduation party. Everyone is growing up, and I’m just one step ahead in all the best ways and about twenty steps behind in every other kind of way. It comes with the territory of being a bohemian artist lady who refuses to just “get a place,” or settle down in any capacity.

That might change in the next year or so. One can only gallivant for so long. It is nice to go until you feel like you’re hitting a breaking point though. I love the feeling of knowing I’ll never have to live with regrets of “what if…”

So, as I hit the breaking point I’m approaching now (everything that could go wrong has gone wrong in the past month it seems) I get to relax and melt into a beautiful house that was never mine, even if the memories of it are. Right now, I’ve got two brief days to tidy up the last of my existing projects before I move onto the glorious challenge that is Camp NaNoWriMo. I’m only aiming for 20,000 words in short stories, but we’ll see where the summer takes us.

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