I'm back in the Bay Area.
I packed up my easel and canvases and yoga mat and all the other accoutrement I brought with me to Marfa. I swept out the casita and fed the cat a little extra so she would be content until her person returned. I said my farewells to the crickets and birds and unmarked streets.
There's no recycling system in Marfa, so I plopped two-weeks' worth of plastics, glass and papers on the passenger seat of my Golf and transported it 26 miles to Alpine where I sorted it all into labeled industrial-sized bins. The car reeked a bit, but cleared out about 150 miles into the 400-mile drive to Austin, where it is now happily ensconced in an underground parking garage, safe from the sun until I return next week to pick it up.
Austin is home to an eclectic mix of tattooed hipsters, two-steppin' cowboys, genteel professionals, and Dilbert-esque technologists. They are (as I've heard most Texans are) notoriously generous and hospitable. I've been blessed by these qualities. To those awesome Austinites who've offered me a beautiful apartment to stay overnight, a place to leave my car, and rides to and from the airport: thank you!
What's this? you say. Your car is in Austin? You're returning next week to pick it up? What gives?
The journey continues, but I am home.
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