Well, let's not even talk about the birthday that I have coming up, because I can't believe how old I'll be. I'd much rather recall the celebrations, when I lived in Boston, where we drove out to western Massachusetts to go apple picking. The autumn scent in the air on a nice Indian Summer day. Blue skies and foliage just beginning to turn. Freshly-pressed, icy cold cider. Rides on hay carts, pumpkins, and homemade jams.
Unfortunately, by mid-August, much of the apple season is over in California. Instead, I prefer the warm Napa valley with the smell of crushed grapes pungent in the air. Cool foggy nights and sitting in hot tubs under massively starry skies. Similar rituals.
But this year I won't quite have that luxury. I'm packing so I can move into my new space... a pretty damn awesome loft that is totally brand new. The location leaves A LOT to be desired, but for an artistic space that just might renew the creative spirit in me, I'll take the 10' tall walls of windows, earthy exposed brick, stainless steel appliances, maple floors and beams, and a nice deep tub, and call it my little oasis.
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