“When patterns are broken, new worlds emerge.”
— TULI KUPFERBERG
Two months ago I was counting the days until I could be back on the boat dock at the lake after a 2 year hiatus, with the only eagerly awaited change being to escape the heat. One month ago I spontaneously boarded an airplane traveling north to my original home to see if I was ready to return after a 10 year diversion. One week ago I arrived at the lake. Two days ago I had a new home ready to become mine, and my old home the aspiration of multiple others ready to make it theirs. One month from now I will start a new chapter, in a new place, that is part of an old place. A whirlwind of unplanned chaos waiting for the pieces to fall back into place, old patterns soon to be broken, new patterns waiting to emerge. I am uncharacteristically calm, for tonight I know that I can go to the boat dock. The lake. Two fingers of bourbon. The sunset. New adventures just over the horizon. 86 months have passed. I am ready for more change.