Part of me feels guilty for taking a trip while “out of work.” But the truth is, I am on sabbatical. I am taking the time I need to recuperate and get my head back into the game for a grand 20-year (maybe more) finish to this life.
When I left that horrible job and horrible company, I contacted a great friend of mine and asked if a visit could be arranged. The response I got back was, “of course, but come in September”. So, here I am.
I have been in San Antonio for 2-months now, but it feels like so much longer. Perhaps it is the heat, humidity and general urban experience. Urban living is so unnatural, at least to me. Getting stuck in traffic, being separated from my beloved nature (trees, mountains, water), walking the concrete jungle, and facing my fear of crime, are experiences manufactured by the complexities of modern civilization.
After making some arrangements, the cat and I left for Santa Fe, New Mexico on Friday the 13th. Luckily, we didn’t die or get slashed by Jason on the trip, but we did arrive in Santa Fe for lots of rain.
The contrast between San Antonio and Santa Fe is mainly in size, beauty and temperature. Both towns have a remarkable history with native peoples, the Spanish and numerous governments over the years. The added benefit of Santa Fe include the nearby pueblos, fantastic scenery, and the milder summers (but cold, snowy winters).
Roughly 48-hours in and my soul is happy for the change of scenery. The intimacy, closeness of nature, abundant arts and culture, and a culinary scene to inspire wannabe cooks, are taking their effect on rejuvenating my soul. With inspiration and relaxation in abundance, perhaps it is hard to truly feel guilty about taking this trip. Perhaps this trip is an important stepping to the next 20+ years?