I spent last week on the West Coast setting up our new home. We now have a coffee maker, a bed, and wireless Internet (also known as the necessities). On Saturday, I left my heart (also known as Aaron) in San Francisco and headed back to Baltimore for a couple more weeks of home improvement and packing. Sixteen days until we’re all in California for good, including Pumpkin Escobar, who will be documenting her incredible journey.
To make life even more exciting, I found out on Saturday that Longterminal was selected for the Atlanta International Documentary Film Festival, October 12th through the 15th, which means the next two weeks are going to be crammed-full of good stuff. And some packing and cleaning too.
We may be very close to signing a lease on a loft apartment in SF (fingers crossed), which means I can step away from Craigslist for a moment, and start daydreaming about the stuff I’m going to fill our new place with. Here are a couple of items I’ve been eyeing.
clock | rug | dresser | chairs | pillow | sofa
Twin Peaks premiered in 1990, and I was twelve, old enough to know it was a thing but too young to know what that thing was exactly. Years later and newly married, Aaron and I decided to see what it was all about and were completely hooked. Heartbreaking, funny, haunting, and fantastic, it’s by far my favorite David Lynch project to date, and one of my top TV shows ever. I would love to make the pilgrimage to Washington to visit Agent Cooper’s old haunts.
01. I’d sleep at the Salish Lodge, perched on the edge of the Snoqualmie Falls, which are featured in the opening credits of the show. The hotel is also the the exterior location for the Great Northern. It’s a clean place, reasonably priced. | 02. Jelly doughnuts? That goes without saying. Get yourself a pink box full at Steve’s Doughnuts in Snoqualmie. | 03. Next, take in the sights of the Pacific Northwest and its fantastic trees with a hike around Snow Lake. But beware, the owls are not what they seem. | 04. Stop by the Double R Diner (actually Tweed’s Cafe) for some of Norma’s famous cherry pie and a cup of good, hot, black coffee. | 05. Tour the filming locations. Charles of InTwinPeaks.com has mapped most of the interior and exterior sites in both Washington and California, including Laura Palmer’s house, Big Ed’s Gas Farm, Ronette’s Bridge, and of course the location of the Twin Peaks sign.
We’re taking our on-again-off-again relationship with moving to San Francisco to the next level and making it official. Aaron accepted a job out there and starts at the end of September, which means we’ll be relocating just as fast as we can. This also means selling our house, hawking or storing nearly all of our belonging, finding a new place to live, and getting one ornery cat on the other side of the country. Oh, and one hundred other details I’ve already forgotten.
But still, I can hardly wait.
I love Baltimore (look for a few weepy posts about everything I’m going to miss), but I’ve also been looking for a bit of upheaval and adventure, and hopefully this move will cure me of that. Not to mention, it’s a great opportunity for Aaron, and I’m exceedingly happy and excited for him.
It’s all happening. So, I guess I should get packing.
(Photo by idleformat)
Derrick and Gabrielle were entwined as they walked into the hotel bar a little after 11 pm. Gabrielle was lovely in that way I imagine all French women are, confident and sophisticated, even in a black t-shirt that reminded me of something Chrissie Hynde would wear. They were celebrating Derrick’s 32nd birthday, although he looked years older to me. The former footballer turned contractor was a motorcycle enthusiast and operated a pub out of his parents’ garage just south of Dublin. Like us, they were here on holiday.
We bought the next round and toasted to Derrick, who was in the middle of another madcap story.
“Can you understand what he’s saying?” Gabrielle asked me quietly.
“Yes,” I leaned in to answer. ”But it’s hard, and I have to see his lips.”
Gabrielle had only been in the country a couple of months and was still having trouble with the accent. She confessed she only half understood what Derrick said, but it didn’t seem to bother her. She was from Brittany and worked in international development. She traveled quite a bit and wanted to swap stories. I told her about our trips to England and Spain and, of course, Ireland.
“Sometimes I’m reluctant to travel if I don’t know the language.” Now it was my turn for confession. “I think sometimes I’m uncomfortable about being American and traveling, and I worry about what people will think.”
“What do you think people think of me?” She shrugged. That Gabrielle would feel any insecurity about her own nationality and identity was a revelation. But she also told me, if you travel you will always be a foreigner, and for her that was natural. As a Breton she often felt like an outsider in her own country. “Even if you don’t know the language, people find a way to reach out to you. They will find a want to communicate.”
Derrick ordered the next round and invited us to his garage bar the next time we were in Dublin. The conversation waned. He pulled Gabrielle close, nuzzling her. She smiled as they kissed.
People find a way.