And that wind followed us to El Valle from Playa Chumico; or perhaps it's more correct to say we chased it down to its origin—in El Valle where the mountains touch the sky as the valley deepens and dips. The wind finds pockets of Earth to settle in—and we found the largest one yesterday at Rodrigo + Regina's mountain home.
I've been wanting to write this update all week. From the moment I stepped out onto Orchard Street and into the City on Monday morning after we flew back from Arizona; with the city smells of Chinese food and piles of trash accepting us back with open arms. We woke up on Monday after spending a week in the desert and honestly, I missed this. I missed it all.
First, the news is true! We finally get to leave Wooster Street! The new tenants signed the papers on Friday. We'll be out of here completely come Wednesday of this week. :) A celebration is in order!
Throughout the extent of our journey thus far, the #1 question we've received has been: "how were you able let go of all that stuff?" — well, the right encouragement helps!
I started thinking about how from the moment we are born we start collecting things—we become owners of things. Take baby Omri, for example, he's already the proud owner of his very own stroller, multiple blankets, a crib, and more baby clothes than you have care to count, amongst many other things. All this stuff we collect. Obviously, a baby doesn't have much choice—but when we get to that maturity level where we do have a choice, it's interesting that we never stop to consider: how does this really fit in my life? (both physically and metaphysically). SHOULD this really fit into my life?