June 3, 2011

While I will never consider Arizona truly home, this place I find myself occupying at this stage in my life has nevertheless become a home to me. The routine I have down: the crazy work schedule I find myself keeping, the nightly walks I take around the neighborhood with all its familiar sights, sounds, and smells, the post-walk dip in the pool, the Sandals, surf, or tropical music I enjoy playing, and the Johnny Walker Red nitecap on a quiet, darkened patio as I stare at my streetlight in the distance, are all I really need at this point in my life. Add to that the occasional visit back to my real home to spend time with my folks and hang with my friends (Goodboys and otherwise), and I believe myself to be one very fortunate hombre, indeed.

I was saying to my friend Paul when I was back in Massachusetts a few weeks back that I’m at a point in my life where the idea of new and exciting places and things to do doesn’t really appeal to me much anymore. Tracey and I have traveled all over the Caribbean and Mexico and Hawaii, and been to Bermuda and New Orleans and Newport a bunch of times, and that’s fine with me. I’ve traveled to India and did a treasure hunt last year, both of which still seem like a dream to me nearly a year later. I’ve always wanted to travel to England and Rome, but I don’t think I’m ever gonna get to either place, and if I don’t it’s not a huge loss to me. Instead, I’d rather take a cruise to old familiar places or maybe the Panama Canal, but even then, were I were never to take another cruise that would be OK – I’ve had my time.

As I get older I appreciate the things I’ve been able to do before the world around me gained such speed and lost its sense of taste, class, and appreciation. I cherish the fact I was raised by wonderful, loving parents around a close-knit family. And the fact that I have wonderful friends to kick back with and laugh and relax with when I’m back in Massachusetts makes me lucky is nothing I’ve ever takn for granted. While I fought this Arizona life the first few years I was here, I’ve learned to accept it and even (especially in winter) enjoy it as we’ve made it more a reflection of our tastes and life choices. And if I don’t get to Mass every week and regret the fact I haven’t done my religious offices on a regular basis for quite some time, having my prayer table close by and always having a candle burning with my prayers for the world for that particular week provides a constant reminder of God as spirit, and Spirit as the source of life and peace in a rapidly-disintegrating world.

This postage stamp I call a home is OK; it doesn’t challenge me to be anything I’m not or no longer am, and our little subdivison provides a sense of coziness and security that is lost as soon as I have to run errands beyond the four square blocks east-to-west and north-to-south where I spend the majority of my time. I’ve long cared whether it’s any better or worse a place to live than any other I might choose at this point in my life: it’s where I live, and it’s a home to me. It’s not as if I’ve checked out of life – I still have my passions and hope I never lose them – but I’m certainly not into making any more waves than necessary and living life anywhere near the “bleeding edge”. Call me “old wave”.

I guess you can say that at this point in my life, just as that old Jimmy Buffett song goes, I have found me a home.

Filed in: Uncategorized by The Great White Shank at 00:31 | Comments (2)
  1. This post pretty much echoes my thoughts…I love my beach house on the creek, the woods behind me and my big ass deck. I too have “found me a home” and as far as I am concerned, it is my forever home. Travel holds no special appeal for me either. As long as I am able to get to the lake house, make it to sundance ceremony each summer and attend my lodge ceremonies, I am happy and content.I do hope to come visit you and Tracey one day and you both are always welcome to come hang out here as well. As always, I miss you both.

    Comment by Jana — June 3, 2011 @ 5:16 am

  2. I still have a little wanderlust in me. I haven’t had any kind of travel vacation in a few years. I want to see the British Isles and Europe (My sister and her family is in Italy now along with my niece from another sister). I also want to see Alaska and New Zealand. I’d like to see Washington DC, where my parents met, and a little more of the Atlantic seaboard below New England. I’d like to see more of the western mainland US, too. I doubt I’ll get to do all of that but I intend to try.

    Comment by Rob — June 3, 2011 @ 7:55 am

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