New Home It’s 9:48, MDT here in Cottonwood Heights, Utah, ‘Merica, Earth. September. 20th. Sunny outside, Fall weather, rain tomorrow. DK, I enjoyed your stream of consciousness comments, above. As usual you’re all over the place, but that’s how my mind works too, so it’s more comfortable to me perhaps. I’ve noticed that when I read your stuff sometimes it doesn’t seem to sink in right away, but maybe pops up later, in a different context or situation. The concept of a Third Place, or Third Space is new for me. (I’m trying to catch up for the last lost 20-40 years). I’m seeing places I regularly go to in a new way this week. Especially my regular coffee shop, and a new one that just opened up nearer my new home. (What?, yes, see below.) Also my new gym location and cafes that I frequent. Even the library. Difference from the concept being that I don’t personally interact with hardly anyone there, because I’m just not much of a talker or social person with strangers. Same with social media. Throw some things on FB sometimes, or make plithy comments. So far pretty shallow and irrelevant. That needs to change. So, yes, this week I put in an offer on a new house, it’s been accepted, we’re now under contract and in the process of closing. I’ll be moving within a month. Big change for me. Yet, in some ways not so much. I could have gone anywhere. Costa Rica, France, back to Africa, a cabin in the mountains. Could have completely changed my lifestyle and personna. But after a year of reflection and self-examination living in this tiny apartment, isolated in this big nice complex, I decided to stay in Utah, in the same new for me area of Salt Lake valley. Panoramic view of the Wasatch Front from my new living room and upper bedroom. Still even closer to the mountains (4 minutes, and I’m up in Big Cottonwood Canyon). I drove up there yesterday. That’s where ‘home’ is for me. That’s where I get my renewal, my strength, my joy. The rocks I’ve climbed, the mountains, the geology and time in stone. The overwhelming beauty. The solid security. My connection to the Universe. It will still all be ‘mine’, part of my world, where I belong. Grounded, even rooted perhaps, but not stuck. I’ll still be close to one of my sons, family, grandchildren. That’s essential. The kind of dwelling is a compromise. It’s a twin home townhome, with 3 floors, but a vertical layout. Lots of space. Room for people to come and visit and stay. (Including you). An obligatory red front door. A small yard, with grass and a tree, a patio and grill and firepit, a lawn to mow and flowers. Snow to shovel. So, I’ll revert somewhat to suburban living, on a cul de sac. Yet, it’s a reach towards the condo type of space that so many of my generations seem to be moving to. Room to hang my photos, places for my memorabilia. It’s has a different feel from that suburban cultural desert I was living in, with that woman raising her kids in my house. I’m away from that now. Free. On my own, at last. My World has expanded. From holed up, with a huge yard, walk to 7-11. Miniscule, only dreaming of travel abroad doing humanitarian goodness. To a geographic expansion. Lots of places within my immediate area now. My bar, my cafe, bagels and mexican and thai food. I’ll have neighbors, close, that this time I’ll try to interact with. Of course, the mountains right there. But now other suburban centers, and Salt Lake City within easy reach. Anywhere in Utah, all of the West, including the Pacific Coast. Freeways. Got my pop-up travel trailer now. The SL International Airport. Anywhere in the world. A psychological, emotional, intellectual, personality expansion too. Because, while this will be Home, the place I come back to, the place I hunker down in for the winter; really this will be my Base Camp. Where I leave from to venture forth, to explore. I’m pretty much stuck on this planet for now, but there’s still so much of it that I haven’t explored. Places, peoples, cultures, ideas, beliefs, understandings. Friendships, love. Things I don’t know I don’t know that I need to know. Third Spaces. I’m meeting another son next week, traveling to Arizona. We’ll find California Condors, maybe Trogons from Mexico, and Blue-throated Hummingbirds who should be headed south to Latin America soon. The world is indeed My Oyster.