And then one day..

[meccahi]

One of these days I will have my shabby little house in the middle of someplace quiet. There will be trees, and maybe a long driveway leading up to the house. Definitely a garden, and flowers, and plants a'plenty. There may even be a pond. I will most certainly have cats, and probably a dog.If I'm especially lucky, loved ones will live with me there too.

There will be games and music, and randomness to fill the hours. I will travel and wander, but always come home, because that's where I belong.

But for now I'm here in the city with the incessant rumble and buzzing of cars, like deranged bees, and the sounds of sirens cutting in and out.
I think of them as hyenas, yipping back and forth.

But the pomegranate trees are budding leaves like it's going out of style. I swear they've grown in the past 6 hours that I last glanced at them. And the hummingbirds have shown up.

I suppose I should start doing productive things.

Comments

[clodappleleft.livejournal.com]

You have a pomegranate tree?!?!?!?!?!?!

Can I have some when they're ripe?

[meccahi.livejournal.com]

hehehe.. I actually have 3.. and absolutely. But it's going to be quite a few months. Send me a reminder and I'll let ya know when they're ready..Grin.

[grog-d-unkindly.livejournal.com]

good luck beating the birds and the bugs to em.

[ex-tawneelyn258.livejournal.com]

(http://www.flickr.com/photos/magikal_solutions/2324576219/)

[meccahi.livejournal.com]

That is lovely..

[eli-the-insane.livejournal.com]

I know just the place! If you bring the music, we've got the games.

Of course you'd have to learn to speak German...

Oh well, see you in three decades...

[meccahi.livejournal.com]

heh... I wouldn't mind learning to speak German... and I've heard that there are some fabulous places in the woods with abandoned buildings and castles to take pictures of... and I'd know the perfect person to teach me German *grin*

about the three decades...

[eli-the-insane.livejournal.com]

Frank and his boardgaming friends from home have these plans to move into a home together when they are retired and sit around and play boardgames all the time (they are all crazy like Frank - remind me to post pictures of the game room sometime).

I think there's something in there about me manning the tea trolley... so you need to learn German and come stay, too, so that I have something to do other than bake increasingly elaborate biscuits. Can;t think of a better person to plot global domination with!

[horosha.livejournal.com]

I'm so there.

PS: backgammon and airhockey tournaments on weekends.

[meccahi.livejournal.com]

I will, by the way, completely decimate you at air hockey. Promise. Heh.

[flemco.livejournal.com]

I grew up in a house much like you describe. Far up in the mountains of SoCal, the place of my youth is very quiet, full of wildlife, green and cool. Summer highs are in the 70s and 80s. Winter brings lots of snow in the thick pine forest.

The diff twixt thou and I, methinks, is that I prefer the deranged bees. Cities sing and hum and thrum. They perform gorgeous, multi-layer music at all hours of the night.

Some say they're unnatural, but I argue that if a city is unnatural, so is a beaver's dam.

Some say they're devoid of wildlife, but I wander concrete jungles on my lunch and have photographed all manner of critter - from water snakes to giant spiders to egrets and hawks.

I sometimes visit family back in those quiet mountains, and the soft, eerie silence of the woods really fucking creeps me out now.

No, no thanks. Sometimes a country mouse is born to the cities, and sometimes a city mouse grows up in the woods. We all end up where we end up, though, and it's usually where we should be.

[meccahi.livejournal.com]

What I've always found fascinating is that each city has it's own unique symphony, and a part of me thinks that I just hate the music this one is playing.

When I was living in New Orleans I loved the sounds( minus the random gunfire), and couldn't get enough of its voice. I still miss hearing the buggies going down side streets, and the weird fishy smell the city has.

In Phoenix, I want to smash people's heads in. Repeatedly. But that may also be because there's a special type of stupid here.

Hopefully one day I'll look around somewhere and realise "Hey, this is where the hell I'm supposed to be."

[flemco.livejournal.com]

Tried Dallas yet?

[meccahi.livejournal.com]

Dallas isn't bad. I worked as a waitress at a strip bar there for awhile, and was generally entertained by large Texan men in loafers.

I've traveled with Ren Faires for a little over a decade, and have lived in various and sundry places around the country.. eventually some place will stick with me as the place where I fit. Hopefully.