(Monday, October 28, 2013) I’m driving in a car. I have a map. I’m going to see my new house at the end of the neighborhood road on which I am traveling.
The road is already very steep. It goes straight up the side of a mountain, with no switchbacks.
I’m incredibly charmed by each small house along the way. They are all different from one another, like perfect little sculptures. The gardens are immaculate. The colors of paint chosen for each house are subtle and beautiful.
I reach a point in the road where the grade steepens and the pavement ends. My house is at the very top of the mountain and I need to travel quite a bit farther along this seemingly impossible road. I realize my vehicle will need a running start, so I turn back and head to the base of the hill.
My friend Megan wants to see the house too so I drive into the warehouse district of the town to pick her up. I think we are supposed to meet at Bemis Company but I keep circling the building and cannot find her.