How Can I Not Be Grateful For This??

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Sonoma County is home.

Actually it’s more than that.

So what is it— Not sure.

Just realized a couple hours after a weird conversation at my “job” that Sonoma County is my life and profession and love and passion and …. EVERYTHING.

I’ve known this for a long time, but today it’s REALLY speaking to me.

What is Sonoma… how do I or anyone define it.  Good question, but it answers itself.  The answer is in questions, exploration, curiosity and just seeing what’s out there.

Writing this first post at Redwood Café, a place I’ve been haunting since my college residency on campus at SSU.  Sonoma State, to the out-of-stater or questioner.

What a revelation today’s been, and only SoCo can do that.  This is my “calling”…. I hate that term.  Erase.  BUT DON’T—

My LIFE.  I am living Sonoma County, and I refuse to leave.  Yes, the Nurse is in Vacaville, but we have a home here.  She makes everything in our Windsor condo better, but I won’t go on another blurb on my live for her… She is perfect in my Sonoma County Story.

Love.

Kindness.

Patience.

Exploration and seeing what’s out there, drives down random roads and to Bodega Bay.

First time I was here at the RC, probably, think I’d say… 24 years ago.  In 2000, second semester on-campus at Sonoma State.

This county, having me in deep appreciation and feeling a little foolish and silly— all that I need for writing, for work, for a career, in moments of doubt and depression, right fucking HERE.

A new ball has been unintentionally but most loudly called.

GRATEFUL.