my journal is a mess of scribbled to-do lists.
lists of things to do today, next week, next month.
lists of things to do before we leave california, (including the Japanese Tea Garden, Cafe Gratitude, Tilden Part (the spot where we met for the first time).
lists of things to bring to ny.
lists of things to sell or give away.
and regrettably, lists of books to read next. (read: more stuff to haul, i just can’t help it, I will have to let go of others to accomodate them.)
how to suck in the gifts of this place while I am still here? amidst the busyness. the ocean, the dark woods, the mountains, the smell of eucalyptus (can you bottle it somehow?), Berkeley, the cheeseboard pizza, cafe raj, the pub on solano, the crooked house hidden by trees, the albany bulb, the 60′s, the flowers, riding my bike everywhere everyday, california redwood trees, big sur.
luckily the thing I love most about california I will be taking with me wherever I go.
i’m sure you know what that is.