…when you live in a place long enough you eventually get past figuring out what it means to your lifestyle to live where you live. You can stop chasing around trying to find things and you get over the novelty of this new place and settle into just living. We aren’t quite to that point ourselves but I got to thinking about the way that happens.
If you’re an RV’er who spends a few days, or maybe a couple weeks in a place you might never get to that point; RV’ing can be like a perpetual vacation if that’s what you want. A lot depends on whether you’ve ever been to a given place before, or how much you like doing the things tourists do.
I got to thinking about this process over weekend. We aren’t quite there yet, but the emotional landscape looks a lot different than it did upon our arrival. Of course how quickly one gets to feel ‘at home’ in a new environment depends on many factors including how nosey you are. And I admit to being pretty nosey. There are a lot of things I ant to know about in a new place — it’s just who I am.
I keep hoping we’ll have a week where we don’t feel compelled to go our checking things out. Just a week when we will have been here long enough that all we want to do is eat meals, check out the wildlife refuges, take a few pictures, and spend some time in the pool.
Then again I wonder about whether it’s normally this overcast. The stats say that San Benito ‘normally’ gets 231 days of sunshine year — a statistic we are woefully running behind at present. But we can live with what we are getting.
A month or so ago we had checked out a few alternate RV campgrounds — and stopped. Then a week ago we started all over again — and stopped. Are we really dissatisfied where we are? I don’t think so — we just like seeing how other people live. Peggy used to love looking at houses for sale. We weren’t looking for a new home — she just loved looking at them. I think that’s what we are doing here — just looking. But sometimes one never knows what’s going on in ons’e own sub conscious. Would we be looking at houses for sale if we were still in Wisconsin? I doubt if we’d do it during this time of year — but yeah… it’s possible we might.
I admit that I had hoped for better weather to visit the local wildlife refuges. I have mistakenly described this as an arid climate — but that is not what it is. “Arid” defines land that receives so little moisture that it is unproductive or parched. This is an area where a large amount of the US fruit and produce crop originates — it is definitely PRODUCTIVE. It’s just drier than we are accustomed to — and definitely wetter than we had expected — but then the area is recovering from a several year long drought and few people here are complaining: just the Winter Texans.
I’m glad we decided to skip the trip to Florida, and I’m glad we decided to hang out here another couple months. Clearly this is not Utopia, there are problems here: (1.) in the area and (2.) in the RV park. But we’re happy here and maybe a couple extra months may be long enough to get past that familiarization period. When we are talking with some of the residents who have been coming back for 20 years it’s hard for me to figure out how long it takes before we might be able to remember that the third weekend of January and February are Market Days on Padre Island and that the first weekend of the month are flea market days in Harlingen, and certain restaurants have $0.50 oysters on Thursdays and others have great wing…. these are all things I wish I could remember…. and don’t. ARGH.
But some things don’t happen quickly. Some of those I’ll probably never be good at remembering. Some of their memories are based in factors we don’t care about. I’m not going to bars and drinking — and the reason they know about Thursday Oyster nights is that they go there to drink and they have an association upon which to hang the memory. So, even though the proud male part of me is miffed that my memory isn’t as good as once it was, another part of me is quite happy not being able to remember things that others think are important. I don’t care about flea market days because we aren’t (either of us) into jewelry or chachkies; our life is simpler and part of making our life simpler was giving up some things we didn’t care about in the first place.
I thought that by now we would be settled into a more ‘normal’ rhythm (like living in Milwaukee) but I was wrong. I don’t know why I set up an artificial deadline; I just did. And now I’m saying (to myself) “You dummy…. Why’d you do that?” And the truth is that I have always needed deadlines. If I didn’t have deadlines I created them for myself. It’s still part of that Puritan Work Ethic raising it’s head and dogging my heels. But — now I can at least see what I’m doing. And sometimes even when I know I could be doing something I’ll get out a book and read, or I’ll choose to simply sit and BE. I used to feel guilty when I did that. Now, I’m happy I’ve made it to this age and have the opportunity to do so.
Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll talk with you tomorrow.
Los Tortugo’s Seafood Market — if you are in the area you have to try this extremely simple seafood place. It’s nothing to look at, right next to a Stripes gas station and in front of the local H-E-B store. There aren’t many seats — maybe 8. It’s primarily a seafood market and carry out. But the seafood is divine, and if you ask Peggy, they serve the best fried shrimp she has ever had. The prices are very reasonable, you pick out your drinks from the refrigerator cases next to the cashier and the seafood case. Buy your seafood — almost whatever you want — fresh from their own boats. Have them cook it to eat there or carry it home. They have wonderful ceviche too! by the pint or 1/2 pint. GO!