We're moving. Here is our house.
It's a dream house for us. In my mind, Diana fell in love with me after reading my past journals. In one, I wrote about how I wanted a simple life, a life long partner, maybe a farmhouse. A field. Maybe that is when I fell in love with her. I believed her when she said she wanted that life too. I'm sure her story is different.
We are really excited about our new life. Thinking of our place will cause me to pause, and stare into space. I stop, and stare into space, thinking about when I can stare into space, my space. The sky that hovers over the long rolling farm hills. My home.
We will live on a dirt road and I will see the dust of the approaching car long before its shiny metal appears over the hill. It will be an event, there are few cars. And who would have thought I would come to this place. Out in the country.
It will be quiet, and noisy with life. Organic life. Very few wailing sirens. We will still have a life in the city as well, but at least we know we have a sanctuary.
I leave our present apartment with an unfinished Ganesha. I gave a small push to finish him but quickly decided to let this painting run out on its own. Procrastination? The spirit of it all. He helped a lot.
I'm not sure what to do, or what he wants. I will take him to the new space. He helped get it, so he should decide where he stands. There will be more after him. We both like the idea of Goddesses in our garden.
Lakshmi will not be forgotten either. She kept things patient, and graceful. Ganesha can be a little hotheaded. He moves very fast, all the while staring you down. This Lakshmi was very young and her innocence helped keep me light.
I move out of this room. My Studio. It's one more I will remember. I did some good work in here. So I say I won't miss anything about this place but I will have some memories.
My new studio.
