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This is my home, now.
Encinitas, CA. It's a sportsman's dream, beaches, highways, hilly neighborhoods, wilderness nearby, and an artist's now that I mention it. There are no shortage of sunsets here, the nightlife is prevalent, far more so than my old residences. I feel settled in, a job, a home, developing friendships, leisure, exercise.
They say home is where the heart is, so it is hard to FEEL at home, because my heart is in Thousand Oaks wearing many masks, and off in Seattle driving through the rain, and in Colorado nursing a busted get-away-stick... and here, in Encinitas.
So many spots have found purchase in there lately, Moonlight Beach and the bonfires that burn so mercifully long after 10 p.m. fighting the darkness until the fuzz arrive, the corner of Encinitas Blvd. and Coast Highway 101 where a sweet moment might be gathered next to a pond full of fishies before re-entering the bustle, the Mozy cafe where the best breakfast burrito in the world can be procured, or behind the Henry's where a miracle can be seen now and then.
I've found a new resilience here, I'll never go without work, no matter where I live. My resume is that strong now. Soon perhaps I can travel to all the places my heart blazes a trail.
I'll see you there.