I think I want to live in New Mexico. And not because I’m ready for this trip to be over. Well, not completely because of that.
Actually, I’m still having fun. I’m tired and three days of marathon driving are beginning to tell on both my nerves and my well-being, but I’m still having fun. Bly is still reading and enjoying my manuscript, we haven’t killed each other or even come close to wanting to, and having nothing to do but drive is actually pretty relaxing.
Especially in New Mexico where the roads are good and the construction invisible. I keep passing construction zone warning signs–but there’s been hardly any actual construction. I like that. A lot.
I also like the names of places. New Mexico has a city named Truth or Consequences. Albuquerque, Las Cruces, I want to drop by Taos and see if the hum is still humming…
And it’s beautiful. I enjoyed the green and wet of the East, but I knew even as I did, that it’s not the place for me anymore. I’ve grown to love my sere Southwest.