I’ve described my life lately as being “insulated.” There is a peace that naturally comes from sleeping during the day, and barely leaving the house until I leave for work again, after dark.
This weekend, I’ve been far more social… I went out with friends and heard 3 different bands play.
I’d forgotten how wonderful it is to connect with people!
Most people said “welcome back!” Even though I’ve been back for 5 months. Almost no one has seen me, because I’ve pretty much been a hermit. I think that was necessary. But now I need to take care of myself, and part of that is socializing outside of work.
At the most unexpected moments, I saw people who seemed genuinely happy to see me, hugging me and telling me how happy they were that I am here.
There is no place else like Grand Marais. There are other small towns… tiny towns. But they usually are not the county seat. They are not usually nestled between a vast body of water and a vast forest.
My brother says Fayetteville NC is large enough to offer a lot to do and small enough to do it all. I disagree. Grand Marais is the land of opportunity.
Life is still personal here. Sure, you have to think outside of the box. But you know what? There is still a lot of unboxed stuff here.
So I spent my weekend hugging, engaging in sincere conversations, and being inspired.
I told a friend that it feels like summer. Or vacation. All it was was a weekend in a dream town called home.