Today my sister called to let me know that I had missed a perfect urban Saturday. I think she's looking forward to me moving down there...but does she realize how much I'm looking forward to it?! Uh--it's almost painful. She said that her day started with meeting a friend and her dog for a long walk, then they went to the farmer's market (a new one--small, but with loads of exceptionally wonderful organic veggies), then out for breakfast, and finally to the coffee shop where they relaxed and talked until it was time to go home. Yes, to me that sounds like a perfect urban Saturday. Walking, food, coffee, relaxing. I'm ready for it.
This evening I spent a little while reading on the couch and soon found myself being overcome by sleepiness. I looked at the clock at 5:38 and woke up to look at it again at 5:56. 18 minutes of bliss. I dreamt that I hopped in my car on Monday and spontaneously headed for Mpls. to look for a place to live. My 7 year old nephew is apperently selling lemonade on Monday from 5-6pm for 25 cents a glass. He was making fliers to post around the neighborhood while I was talking on the phone with my sister (that part is for real! I don't understand it either). Anyway, in the dream V. and I found the perfect place and made it to the lemonade sale to boot. The house we're living in sold the day before and therefore freed us from our lease. We came home, packed, and moved. Life felt settled--then I woke up.
In reality, V. and I are still having a hard time finding a place that works well for us. I'm being picky because I want Anu to be happy. V.'s being picky because that is his nature (haha! no really--it's true). I'm being particular about having a writing/painting space, about living near a park to walk Anu in, and living a convenient distance (or at least drive) from my sister and brother. Dang, who would have ever thought I'd want to live so close to my siblings? Ha! But (for now) I do!
We did find the perfect place when we last visited a few weeks ago, except that it was too expensive. Now it's rented to someone else. Bummer. But talking with V. today I was reminded of FAITH.
The perfect place will reveal itself at the perfect time. Anyway, why should I doubt that? It always has in the past. Our biggest problem is, quite likely, just that we're getting ANTSY! I am not a fan of limbo.
Check out this urban art. I'd post the image, but I'd probably get in trouble. I like this one best.