October 31, 2010

Moved from Manuel Antonio to Quepos. I seriously underestimated the amount of room I would have n this new apartment. There is plenty of space. I am unpacked enough to have a clean place to sleep, a cold frig, a working tv and all my electronic connections up and running. Thanks to Gypsy for the DLink, which I can take anywhere in Costa Rica and have internet. It us slow, but the portability makes it valuable and worth the slowness. Thanks to Will for the cellular, which, because it is G3, works at the beach.

This place feels so much better, still in the midst of life, but behind a gate and without the local muchachos who smoked and drank half the night under my balcony in MA. After the farmacia moved out it became a whole different place with a whole different atmosphere.

Tomorrow Gypsy and I are going to visit my old landlord, Don C, to explain why I must break my lease. Think, sickness, tragedy, travel, unavoidable circumstances. Weeping could ensue, garment rending, even gnashing of teeth. Gypsy is all for the dramatic display. We'll see.

As soon as the move was finished I went for a walk in Quepos and, oddly, the first thing I thought about was telling Wendall about the apartment and how pleased he would be about it. That still happens occasionally. It is like I forget he is dead. like he is just around the corner, or will be arriving home any minute now. Not as disturbing as it once was, in fact it is kind of comforting like he could really see and approve or be happy for me.

Blanca, the landlady, reminds me of a tica Anita. She is going to take care of me and be sure I do what is best and make sure I don't need anything. I am going to be using the one bedroom apartment that opens off the same landing as my apartment from mid November till after the first of January for my visitors to use. This is one nice lady.

The soda, on the property, opens at 7AM with coffee, sort of like a hotel dining room in my mind.

The sunset was as sunsetish as I have ever seen.

This feels like te real deal now. Tomorrow NaNoWriMo begins for 2010. I will not start at midnight tonight. My mind is blank at this point, the whole 50,000 words may be...all work and no play etc.....

I am eager to see downtown Quepos when it floods again, up close and personal but from the second floor where I won't drown.

Paul arrived at 8 this morning to keep me company and give me moral support. Stayed until the last truckload left MA.

I am moving out in the nick of time as Clay and Jesus's bakery opens below my old apartment on Tuesday, Just what I need, fresh bread from the crack of dawn till 5pm at deep discount prices because I was a drunk and now am not.

I am enjoying arranging the new place. I finally realize this is a regular pattern. Move every three months or so. What am I running from? Toward? Is this a harmful thing. Bad enough to seek help?