At midnight May 1st, like a cupcake from my plate, my lease agreement disappeared. Homeless and confused I threw my belongings into a storage unit and started to drive. After two-and-a-half years on the coast, I had fulfilled my patriotic duty of Manifest Destiny. There was no more terra firma, only el mar, el mar, el mar.
Lacking a submarine, I headed back. There was much I would miss about the coast.
Rock formations that sort of look like giant dogs
Piles of wood that look like they were placed for a Land’s End catalog
Piles of rocks that look like they were placed for a J. Crew catalog
Wonderful people who appear tiny compared to craggy land and endless ocean
As I headed east the sky was foreboding
But through the chips in my windshield I could see a rainbow beckoning me.
So on I drove.