B and I have been talking for pretty much forever about how we want to live in a place with bees and chickens. I talked about it in this post, but this is a different story.
Last Saturday we got invited up to my dad's girlfriends brother's house (hopefully you followed that) for his birthday party. I had been to his house years ago (like 10) when my dad, his girlfriend and I flew to New Zealand. We had a day layover in LA and visited with her brother and his family. They have this awesome home in Malibu, and when I say awesome I mean cool-awesome. Not expensive-awesome. Although it's also probably that.
Her brother used to work in construction, so he built these three little room/houses on this beautiful property overlooking the ocean. It has a kitchen and living room house, a bedroom house, and then one more room/house that I didn't go into (I didn't ask). Then he built a shower and a bathroom house, with the toilet being an outhouse because they have a well for water. Which means water=sparse and thus no toilet.
Also, they have chickens. Anyway, I'd been really excited for B to see it because I knew he'd love it, and he did. We wandered around looking at the little houses and talking about what we would do if we could build up there. People had brought ingredients for carne asada tacos, hamburgers, chips and dip, etc. B mostly watched me eat because he's a weirdo and didn't want any food.
Later, the stars came out and I wanted so desperately to be up there, just me and B, so we could lie on the roof and watch the stars. Someone brought out a guitar and a ukulele (my weakness) and we all sang (including me!) songs ranging from Sublime to Lorde. It was awesome.
On the way home, B drove while I stared out the open window at the stars. I thought of Shoko, and how much better she would be able to describe this feeling because she just has a way with words. I am obsessed by stars. They make me feel peaceful, and I can enjoy the quiet. I like to imagine that we are all stars in this sky of black fabric, and when we bump into each other, someone sews our stars together, bringing us closer. Our lives parallel and criss-cross, get tangled up in knots, and re-connect.
The road home was windy and slow and I stuck my arm out the window, enjoying the warm breeze. We looked at the fishermen catching squid. We turned on Pandora and sang to The Beastie Boys, Run D.M.C and Sublime.
The drive home took an hour. It went by way too fast.