…the almost right word

In less than an hour I will go look at a house for rent. I have yet to actually do this in Santa Fe. When I first moved here, I was lucky enough to have a beautiful, modern studio waiting for me (more or less). And when I was ready to leave the cottage-in-the-woods, everything worked out seamlessly and Iwound up here, in a cozy cabin. Perhaps I sometimes feel it’s too cozy.

So, back to Craigslist I go, right?

The last time I ”house-hunted,” I was living in Berkeley, Calif., horribly depressed, completely without confidence and hardly capable of having a conversation without wanting to burst into tears. Let’s just say, it was a very inactive effort on my part, to find a new place to live. A friend of mine basically did all the hard work, and I benefited with hardwood floors, big windows and lot’s of space. Of course, the depression just got worse and eventually I decided that Oakland was not the place for me. I packed up my little Toyota Echo and drove to L.A., to home. I recuperated. I sat in my father’s house and watched television with my dog. I caught up with old friends. I felt like a teenager again, home for winter break.

Two months later, I packed up my Echo again and came out to Santa Fe (my mother lives here). It was the best decision I have ever made (that and going to Santiago, Chile).

So, today it begins. A search for a new house (possibly). I just want to see what’s out there, see if I can’t find something perfect and comfortable. Who knows, maybe it’ll be another good decision I will look back on.