On the way from the beautiful woods, I took the scenic city route home along the cliffs to see the sun sinking into the ocean and reflecting beautiful colors on all the little houses that dot that part of the hill. That part always resembles the isle of Capri. For most of my life it was my dream to live here, and now I do.
I'm glad I followed my heart and didn't listen to the naysayers. I felt they wanted to keep me small, and maybe so, but they were probably just loving me selfishly and didn't want me to abandon them. It never occurred to them that they could come too. All the screaming and burning of my photographs and other dramatic displays I endured only made me feel more validated in my choice to stay where people are a little bit happier. Crazy too, but fun crazy, instead of abusive crazy. Creative instead of destructive. Not that everyone here fits that description, but it's the general energy, and what draws many people here around the world. I still feel it.
This is home for orphans like me. A mecca for those who don't want to betray ourselves for love. A jerusalem of healthy weirdos.
"I wasn't born there. Perhaps I'll die there. There's no place left to go-o..."
11:25 a.m. - 2021-10-29