🇺🇸 Montara, California - 12.15.2024
Montara is a small seaside town 30 minutes South of the Mission-San Francisco. I’m watching a 3-legged dog named “Clover,” in an octagon house on the hill, next to the Pedro Mountain trails.
There’s an atmospheric river running through the region… add the morning king tide and there’s winds, and big waves, and moments of heavy rain… and some blue skies in between. It still feels balmy to me… 52°-58°… light jacket and I can hike and patrol the beach.
I found a short-term room share in the Calle 24-Latino Cultural District in the city of San Francisco. It’s forever interesting. They speak Spanish to me in the fruit market and I love that. I have a mailbox, storage, a gym, a couple new friends, and place to rest my head… parking is another battle for another day. But… I don’t find the holidays to be a time to settle into complacent routine… so I will remain on the move.
Tonight I land in the lands where I said my first curse word. A proud and crowning moment in the blue-collar world. Hit me up… and we’ll meet in the alley and spit, and curse, and drink beer… and talk about stuff.
“You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to romantic love, back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame, back home to exile, to escape to Europe and some foreign land, back home to lyricism, to singing just for singing's sake, back home to aestheticism, to one's youthful idea of 'the artist' and the all-sufficiency of 'art' and 'beauty' and 'love,' back home to the ivory tower, back home to places in the country, to the cottage in Bermude, away from all the strife and conflict of the world, back home to the father you have lost and have been looking for, back home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden for you, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time--back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.”
- Thomas Wolfe
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