Here is what three days on the ocean taught or reminded me:
- Weather changes quickly on the coast. Dress in layers.
- Hostel life still offers an inexpensive way of being where you want to be.
- I can drive to Pacifica in 100 minutes without speeding if I leave at 10:00 a.m.
- My phone GPS gives more accurate instructions than the GPS in the fancy Jensen which the car dealer paid to have installed in my RAV4.
- “Ok, Google” likes to help me. (Or so she says.)
- I enjoy Delta life.
- Tiny living also still attracts me. I went to Montara this time in part to test that perception.
- Being in a large dwelling, with immense spaces and vast resources, doesn’t please me more than spending each day in my small space. But:
- I still sleep better with the sound of the ocean drifting through the window. This affirms that after a year or so in the Delta, I will start looking for somewhere to park near the ocean.
I’m home again after my stay at Montara. Walking on the bluffs of the Marine Reserve, and on the rise of Half Moon Bay State Beach allowed me to have a large measure of time with my Pacific. But the river valley where I currently live has its own charm. I’m glad to be back; and I feel renewed, as I always do after spending time at the sea.
I will keep returning to the coast periodically, to refresh my spirit. A desire to be near the ocean prompted my move to California, along with a resolve to forge a new chapter in my life. Americans suffered more crises while I vegetated at Montara. I’m sorry for those who died when the bridge collapsed in Florida. I worry more and more about a country led by a president who has no regard for the truth. But for myself, I have hope. My focus sharpens every time I reinvigorate myself by spending time in the coolness of saltwater pulled to shore by dancing wind.
It’s the eighteenth day of the fifty-first month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues.