Lair Davis

I See My Light Come Shining ...

From the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.
         — Bob Dylan; © 1967; renewed 1995 Dwarf Music

The books and video tapes are beginning to go now. A few down and hundreds to go.

What is left of the library will go to the library, I suppose — although that sounds just awful. Like taking faithful Fido to the pound. I would so much rather find someone who would take them home and love those many books as much as I do.

This is a university town. Surely there are still university students who read books — or are they all on the computer these days? I am, it seems.

Oh yeah, got to have a yard sale! Write that down! I am going to have to make a list!

Too late for a yard sale. I’m just going to have to give all this stuff away. Or abandon it where it lays.

Nobody ever said it would be easy, this getting rid of most of my earthly possessions and rearranging my life in another country. I have some practice at this, however.  Two years ago, I moved from San Diego to Santa Cruz — two burgs quite a distance apart culture-wise.

Now I am doing it again — moving between two vastly different burgs — from Santa Cruz de California to Heredia de Costa Rica, which is also a university town. Maybe they aren’t so different after all.

It doesn’t make much sense for me to move a lot of stuff with me to Costa Rica. I want to travel lightly for awhile. I won’t be backpacking it, but I am into living within a budget. I travel that way, too. One gets good at it with a little practice.With a lot of practice, one gets very good indeed.

This time, it isn’t a visit. I am moving, not visiting.

I am not retiring to Costa Rica — exactly. I am being retired to Costa Rica. Almost every year for more than a decade I have traveled there. When I returned from my most recent trip, I mentally didn’t come back. I have not enjoyed the feeling of being in two places at the same time.

I have planned this retirement. I am old enough. It will be an adventure. It is time.