I sipped my morning coffee, (now a regular occurrence because of full time electricity), and gazed out across the drive at… a wall. Definitely not a view equal to what I left and one that would take time to adjust to. Though early, just eight in the morning, the temperature was already 76 and the humidity made the slight breeze that much more welcome. Of the many differences between my cabin in Alaska and the apartment here in Texas that my son and I spoke about these were just more that we never addressed.
Though here in Texas barely a week I have lately felt like a scuba diver rising to the surface way too fast. During the years he and I have spoken about the pro’s and con’s of moving these talks focused mainly on the temperature as the one big negative. Never thinking about the myriad of ‘little’ things like this mornings humidity. I did think about the fact that I would never have to deal with the hoards of mosquitoes that plagued me whenever I went outside to work or fish, but never considered because of the warm weather here in Texas that I would have all manner of creatures to deal with including fly’s, crickets and even geckos.
Then there is the matter of people, lots and lots of people. Having basically lived in self imposed isolation, for 14 years, I have become institutionalized to be more comfortable by myself. Yet here, almost on a daily basis, I meet new people who wish to spend time with me. One gentleman I have found is almost a mirror reflection of myself. A veteran, who enjoys fishing and is quite conversant on a wide variety of subjects. One would think he would be the perfect person to befriend and I would agree, but I also remember that it took years back in Alaska to assimilate new people into my life and down here in civilization that length of ‘time’ may be considered offensive.
Decompressing from isolationist to neighbor
and adjusting to new surroundings
without overloading oneself and
turning tale and running back to what felt comfortable
that will be the challenge.