My trip to Northern California has been a bit like clothes shopping. I've been meandering through various neighborhoods and trying them on for size. I imagine what it would be like to live in San Francisco (not so desirable in fog-soaked July), the coastal towns of Marin (prerequisite 2.5 kids) or the grape laden communities of Napa and Sonoma (tasting rooms on every corner). While discovering unexplored streets I pretend all of the houses are for sale. I envision walking through a particular gate, opening the front door and calling out, "I'm home." I've already ditched the table lamp peeking out through the window. The outdoor patio becomes populated with my friends sipping wine before dinner. As I visit less populated locations my fantasies become more fantastical. Barns are renovated and orchards planted. I start to scratch my entrepreneurial itch. A vacant storefront becomes a gallery for photography, furniture and conversation. My berry patch blossoms into a thriving jam business. Everything in life is possible, but being able to differentiate what is probable is essential as I continue to window shop on my journey.
been there, felt that. It's that kind of place. Please invite me to your opening. :)
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