Two Weeks West

It's been two weeks since I moved West, that is West Michigan. Busy is an understatement for the unofficial start of summer. On May 31st I came into town with a car full of the belongings I would need to start life in a new city and in a new program.

the house for the summer

Without the lease starting until June 1st (the following morning), I took a trip to the coast to spend my last night before starting the program on the edge of the Lake that called me here in the first place.

It was 10:04 and the last rays of the sun refused to leave the air at Hoffmaster State Park. I refused to leave the beach; a slight breeze out of the SW shared a warmth that I had once felt there before over a year ago. It kept me there, contemplating the start of a new life. The next morning I would have to wake up and again begin this step. There were no guarantees, and although the break of upcoming summer was welcoming, there was a slight unease in me. I swallowed it and went back to the campsite to settle down for the night.