A while back I wrote a post about my turbulent (at best)
housing situation, and despite my good-intentioned attempts to stay positive
about the changes in my life I was bested by the stress of it all. But now that
some time has lapsed, as well as my *ahem* monthly
cycle, I'm pleased to be writing from a much better place, both literally
and emotionally. We moved into an apartment a month ago and despite my initial
depression about going from my dream home to what I'm calling a
"transitional home", I'm loving the simplicity of our new living
arrangement. Our possessions have been reduced by nearly half and our monthly
living expenses by almost the same. There is no yard work to keep up with
or maintenance repairs, and the only bills coming in are for rent and electric.
It takes only 20 minutes to clean the entire place, and even though it lacks
the charm of a 1920's bungalow I'm not freezing my ass off because of drafty
windows, or walking down three flights of stairs to do laundry in the basement.
I can honestly say that I'm relieved to be walking away from everything that
big, beautiful house would have ended up being: a lot of work, time, money, and unnecessary possessions. This process has changed our perspective -
or maybe it just clued us into what we really value - and we're now looking for
something smaller and simpler to call home. We don't know what that will be
yet, but for now home is this undemanding apartment with a great view and the
people we love.
This past Sunday we went to the Oregon Country Fair. It was our first year ever going to this particular fair and the mixed reactions I got when I told people I was going was, in retrospect, a bit over reactive. We had been warned that everybody at the Country Fair will be naked (though I don't see the big deal in that) and that it's going to stink to high-heaven "with all those hippies who don't bother to take showers" and that it will be a giant dust bowl that will spit us out looking like Pig Pen. Well, some people were naked, but nobody was completely naked and people's creativity of costume and unabashed exhibitionism was actually quite liberating to watch. The kids had a fabulous time doing crafts and attending quirky theater shows, while the adults mostly enjoyed the superb people-watching mixed with a juggling lesson here and there and the occasional cup of juice spiked with vodka. We prepared for the day by accessorizing with body paint, headpieces, and wings, then it was off to the fair where we were greeted with jovial exclaimations of "Happy Fair" by a procession of fair workers on the long walk to the entrance. All in all: this might have been my first year to the Country Fair but it definitely won't be my last!