It's been a busy week. I'm back here in SF - looking at that view - hi there sutro tower, the outer mission sprawl, the church. The sky is clear blue.
The house went on the market yesterday. The painters finished Wednesday and I had one evening to stage the house, clean it and generally make it look like a fabulous place. A place out of a dream - and it is. The house looks the best it has ever looked. The backyard is planted and gorgeous. I stand on the deck from the bedroom and look at the redwood trees, watch the sunset and feel the breeze. It's somewhat sad that I won't be living in this house anymore. But then again, I haven't lived there for 8 or 9 months. But that house represented to me the achievement of many of my dreams. Of home ownership in the Bay Area, where housing prices are not cheap. It was a beautiful house. A unique house. It was a small house. But it was compact. The house represented to me, that I was finally successful. And that I did it all alone. Well - not totally alone, because Clint was there too. But I did most of it. And to me that house represents success.
So I was successful. It's time for a new dream. A dream that holds it's castle in the south. There are many things in the north that have my attention - but my dream is south. And I can't wait to get back down to Venice and the warm moist air. A city with sandy loamy soil where my roots are already settling in. It's full of holes.
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