I felt like a toddler in Maine, whether watching the fog roll in over the islands, an osprey catch a fish, or a small town parade. I kept wanting to shout, "Again! Again!"
How did I get here? The apartment where I was living in Albuquerque was part of a community promoting itself as a place for "intentional aging". I was asked to move because someone older than me wanted my apartment. After the initial disaster phase it dawned on me that I could pay rent anywhere, attend to some things before starting my new profession. I thought, "Fine then, I will go be young."
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