I have a hard time falling asleep whenever Edgar's away -- another casualty of a 3-year relationship. That probably explains why I'm still awake at this ungodly hour. I've had a lot of milestones this year after suddenly quitting my hated job of two years and heading off to San Francisco, Paris (!!), Provence (!!) and Amsterdam (!). But the rustic simplicity of our weekend trips to Big Bear really stuck with me.
In fact, I'd be up there right now with Edgar and his best friend, but my version of utopia has free Wi-Fi. One of my favorite memories this year is our last trip to the mountain: a couple of lazy days eating pizza, smores, mashed potatoes and some grapefruit juice/vodka concoction; watching Futurama on the sofa; sleeping in a hastily-made chair-tent, and raking up layers of pine needles in the afternoon sun. When we departed that night, we looked up at the black sky and counted the stars. I'm definitely not the most active person, but something about tidying up this little house, surrounded by trees and jumpy squirrels, made me feel so peaceful and connected to the land.
I plan on making one of my dreams come true this coming year: staying on a farm, hopefully milking cows and dancing like a hippie nun in the fields. An American couch surfer I met in Paris told me about the
World Wide Opportunities of Organic Farmers, and I'm definitely going to take advantage of it.
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