sell the car and get a moped, helmets for all, take a taxi
keep the friends, can't really live and be happy, grounded, well without them, too lonely without them, keep and embrace the friends, they are the richness and the resource and the family far from family, and while resting in their embrace also go prowling for new friends, old, young, crazy, poor, hardworking, scattered
move to Indianapolis I thought for a minute, at least it's a city, but no we can't imagine that.
start new salons in our living room / start play-reading group / poetry-reading group / the French poetry-reading group I've always talked about
build a gazebo, put planters in the windows, start composting in the backyard, start gardening in the back yard
write songs
those last couple don't really increase freedom and lightness maybe but they increase newness and aliveness. I'm coming back to sell the car because sell the house seems a little unlikely, besides we have that salon-ready living room.
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I always find that going away turns the staying at home inside out. But would that not happen whereever one lived? Freedom and lightness is always the promise of bringing a bit of somewhere else back to one's burdened and deep rutted home tracks. I always imagine that I am going to set the table with a big bottle of sparkling water just like the French. It lasts about a week and then I'm back to old habits.
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