southerlies

I'm tired tonight. I couldn't say why, there is stress, not all bad, but stress. Although, that's been going on for a bit. And I worked, not too hard, but I did. And I had an interview, also not stressful exactly. But anyway, I found a place to take a nap. After dinner. In front of the TV. Which was airing The Simpsons. How very American.

After that, after my flatmates went out to a posh indian restaurant with someone's parents, I walked outside to empty the compost. And the view of the city lights bouncing off the the ocean waves and the shadowy mountains..... Well, I hope I never get tired of it.

I was thinking, while standing next to the rosemary plant that is as tall as I am, "holy shit. What an amazing life. It's hard to believe I'm here."

I told Chris about what I was thinking later, and he said..."ya. we really hit the reset button hard."

How poetic. We totally did. From mortgaged married picket fence midwest america to a southern hemisphere island paradise with total freedom. It's not easy even now. True freedom is ever so elusive. And what looks like freedom is not so warm and cuddly.

The southerly winds blow in hard on this hillside, but the view from non cuddly is fantastic.