I like to go Somewhere Else from time to time. The first time I lived Somewhere Else, I couldn’t wait to get out of there. I hated to think my life had become so limited. I moved away from, and back to, Somewhere Else three times. I’d be happy to go back now but my husband likes it here where it’s “nice and peaceful”. Ironically, I met him Somewhere Else. It was the best time either of us ever had.
I am a roamer. I get out early so I can watch the day begin. I like to look at things in the dark, peace and quiet.
When I was young, I was intimidated by stores and salespeople. If the shop was too fine, I was afraid to go in. I don’t have that problem now. In a few years, it may not be unheard of to see me in my pajamas with my sequined turban and my shopping cart with an ooga-ooga horn trying to gain entry to the most exclusive boutiques.
I love this place. I like the glorious outburst of color.
Seagulls screech. Salty fish and gurry spice the air in this neighborhood.
We’ve had more than one toddy for the body on this street. A bar we used to frequent is beneath the red awning. One time Mum and I were enjoying a libation, when I looked out the window to see a former gentleman friend push his ancient mother’s ancient Volvo just a little bit down the hill then jump in to start it. We laughed because the scene was incongruous but so characteristic of the gentleman in question. The car needed a $5 part and he had the five bucks but could not manage to get his stuff together to go buy it.
Someday, when I buy an old 1950’s style motel, I’m going to plant grass in boxes on the roof, just like this.
I stayed in this hotel for my 40th birthday. It’s a nice enough place but a bit too dark and velvety for my comfort; it’s not far from the nightlife so it’s noisy too. My sister and her daughter had a terrible disagreement about something and ruined their own fun with misplaced drama. I felt sorry for my niece. I had a good time anyway.
I’m glad Somewhere Else is there when I want to visit. It’s “nice and peaceful” in my neighborhood.