200000.0
It’s a silly thing really, but somehow it was enormously important for me to see it happen… To document it. Maybe it was a sign of something in my life that I could control, or wanted to. Maybe it was a marker of time in a seemingly endless desert of similar days. I don’t know. I certainly don’t think of my life as boring, but lately, it just feels like our family is waiting. I’m not even sure what for, change perhaps.
There are so many dreams that we felt we should have had established by now… A house… Our own bookstore in some quiet little coastal town. But life never gives you what you expect it to. Sometimes it’s more. Sometimes less. You think you have it figured out and WHAM… Life adds something to “the list.”
The List is just a bunch of things that make living complicated. They have no value or priority, no regret tied into them or displeasure. They just are. But the longer The List is, the harder it is to keep things juggled. Sometimes it’s the bald tire on the car that you know you have to replace. Or maybe that loose crown in the back of your mouth that’s acting up again. Other times it’s more intangible, like the growing sense of loss we feel knowing that there is no possible way for us to ever own a home in Southern California anymore. We might have pulled it off five years ago… well maybe not… but it’s simply not possible in the current market. So we talk about moving. And that’s another item on the list.
So life rolls by. The List gets shorter one day, and longer the next. Each member of our family does the respective tasks that we have all come to express as our “normal” day, and it’s mostly just the same from one week to the next, with a semi-random sprinkling of spice to keep us from going insane. A “night-out” here, an earthquake there. And suddenly (it seems) our daughter has finished the second grade. The normal day shifts a little, rattling over the speed-bump of change and moves on. A small event in the larger scheme of things, but an event none the less. It’s like driving past the “last gas for 50 miles” sign on a long desert freeway. You see it, you know it’s important, and you hope to God that you are prepared to deal with what comes after.
But it’s just a sign.
In and of itself it has no meaning, sinister or otherwise. It’s just a marker in life that you need to pass in order to get along down the road.