It’s been incredibly hard lately for me to come to this online space and write. It’s been hard for me lately to write. I think that will change, but for now it seems like it’s all I can do to focus on the changes at hand. In a week or so I’ll be gone, moving on to Susanville. Moving back to Susanville. To a place where the wind blows incessantly and coyotes howl in the night. Owls perch on the branches of the pines and the stars look close enough to touch.

Changes are never easy, but they’re usually necessary. This one is. Ever since returning from China over a year and a half ago I’ve felt displaced in my home in southern California. There are too many people living here and they aren’t necessarily people I would choose to live with. The remodeling job isn’t one of my choosing and I feel like I’m living in a maze of tiny rooms, low ceilings. The rooms are small and dark. I feel trapped and claustrophobic. This isn’t the way I would choose to live.

So I’m moving on. And as is often the case, life is falling into place. In the past I’ve so often felt like I’m struggling to make something happen. I guess I’ve quit resisting life and now it’s coming easy for me. I have work waiting for me and new connections.

This last week is stressful, but all will be well.