I am fighting with the wifi here at the Gibson and no one is winning and so I'm posting via my phone which is never ideal. The connection between brain and thumbs is a bit clumsy and halting.
But it's been a good day.
When I am here now, in Apalachicola I am constantly scanning all around me to see if I can visualize us living here. I have been doing this for over twenty years now but it has become a more immediate concern as we are coming up on the time when dream may in fact become reality.
My heart is mostly swayed by the geographical setting. The great bay, the river, the gulf which all of this leads to and feeds and is fed by. Having grown up some in a fishing village, the water and the sky and the white sand instead of dirt and the smells...
These all feel like home.
Home is people, too.
Will I find my people here?
I see hints that I may. There are artists and writers and the small but perfect bookstore where they sell beautiful yarns and bamboo knitting needles and notebooks too. There is Tamara's Cafe Con Leche which sells coffee, of course, and pretty things and they have pictures of Dylan and Obama and his beautiful family and there are books to read and the river right out front.
Lord. The truth is, I have been drawn here over and over for twenty years and more, and that is probably as much a sign as anything.
Well. Mr. Moon is hungry and I think we'll just go downstairs and have our supper right here again. The chef they have found is talented. No doubt about that. I am not sure how long he'll last in Apalach. He doesn't seem to have the easy ways of a man who can be happy in such a slow and quirky little place as this so we might as well enjoy his gifts while we can.
Slow and quirky.
Am I one of those people who can enjoy such a place?
I think so.
And then there's this. The Mexican place which has sprung up.
My tamales for lunch were delicious.