11/19/09

found

tod and i like walking around huntsville. we find little scrappy things, like this smashed paper cup holder(?) that appears almost rusted and metallic. we almost always see someone we know or someone sees us. not a day goes by we aren't out there walking and something seems to happen. i marvel. it's a little place considering it is a city. it feels like 2 major streets with little dinky alphabet signs filling in the gaps. little neighborhoods. little houses. little life.

last week we went walking and out of the blue someone called my name. 'paulaaaaaaa' i looked. it was a woman i had just met a few days ago. so tod and i walk up to her vehicle at the jiffy lube and are introduced to her husband and before you know it we are passengers going off to her friends storage unit to see about a bed she thought might be there. she is helping her friend sell off the stuff so it was perfect timing. it was great to meet people who live outside of huntsville (she is from new york but been in texas 20 years) and who understood completely our culture shock and incredulousness about the lack of good food in grocery stores. i felt an immediate kinship with her. i felt even closer as we were later driving down the main drag with a box spring loaded onto their vehicle and it blew off into the middle of a busy intersection. it was a white trash moment that somehow failed to mortify us.

not a car honked. not a single person got angry. no accidents occurred. it was surreal. she and her husband were completely non-nonplussed. it was a debacle. i think i left my body and just observed. i can't imagine that happening in too many cities without something untoward happening. at least someone giving us the finger. nothing. it was as if it never happened. tod and her husband went and retrieved the box spring and i ran out and picked up the strewn bungee cords. we re-bungeed it and off we went.

they came into our loft and looked around at my art and actually looked. it was very refreshing. we've even been invited over later in the evening on thanksgiving. kind of blows my mind. we found huntsville via a blog reader sending us an article. but huntsville has found US. in vermont...honestly...we didn't seem to have any impact on anyone or anything. tod drove for the taxi place (me too but not much), i showed my art in the gallery. we hung out in the house we care took for and little ever happened. we were getting stale. we couldn't connect with people there and it obviously wasn't where we were supposed to be.

fast forward to huntsville. it isn't like any place we could have ever imagined. we imagined the worst and in many ways it has been quite the opposite. so too are we are left dangling and wondering. suffice to say we have found a place to be that for now, for us, works. we are embarking on a new life where there exists possibility. much more so than where we fled from. maybe its best we are in a place that feels so 'unformed'. how perfect, as too are we. i'm glad we found each other. huntsville and me.

10 comments:

Karen Jacobs said...

;)

Karen said...

Special, very very special!

Angela Recada said...

This really made me smile.
:0)
(see?)

Remember when you wished for a different place, and interesting people to interact with and have dinner with? Be careful what you wish for!
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Dawn of LaTouchables said...

Paula, I'd like to go walking with you--finding interesting things on the ground, I love it...kind of like those birds that are attracted to flashy and shiny things and swoop them up for their nests...

deb said...

I am beaming from ear to ear right now!! LOL good for you Paula!

StellaD said...

Alright! You go Paula! I've been catching the blog hap-hazard of late. Understand the culture shock, but totally. Wonderful you are finding people to connect with and are learning new things. Love the candle tables. Keep moving forward! Furniture made with bone. Interesting.

Nellie's Needles said...

Just a VBG for you, Tod, your art, your connections, and Huntsville.

San said...

Paula, so MUCH has happened since I last visited. Your white trash moment is priceless. And no one even flipped you off. Texans are a friendly folk.

I believe the way you find yourself treated when you first encounter a place is a harbinger of how life is going to be there. All signs indicate you've found HOME.

Ellen said...

I'm just so friggin' happy you have something better to sleep on now! I hate having an uncomfortable sleep, you have no idea how much I wished I could get you a proper bed. And of course, I'm super happy for all the rest of these big changes in your life. A feeling of connectiveness is what we really need to be happy, looks like you've been finding it more and more every day. Wonderful.

paula said...

ellen, i dont have something better to sleep on! tod got a BOXSPRING to put the air mattress on. i sleep on some foam padding on the floor as it feels better on my back actually. but thanks for being happy :)