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It is strange to me how life works sometimes. About seven years ago I was laying in bed, in Oregon, reading a recipe/gardening book, the title or the author I can’t recall right now but that isn’t important, I turned to Jason and showed him a photo of an olive grove and said “Someday I want to live near olive trees”, to which I’m sure he nodded politely and went back to his book. Well the house we now rent has a sweet, medium sized olive tree in the yard and the walks I take everyday with the dog are surrounded by olive groves. I can’t walk a block without seeing a Vepsa the mode of transportation I was head over heels for as a teenager, I didn’t own one but thought they were “So cool!!”.
“This is where I live.” I say to myself time and time again.
The other night I was outside raking leaves and looked over at the kitchen window at Jason inside making dinner, a dish that I love I might add, and I thought “I am so happy right now”. Jason came outside and helped me carry the leaves. I had them laying on a tarp that we ended up carrying like a rolled blanket, so that the wind wouldn’t take them. At the end of the block we awkwardly dumped them in the community compost bin. As we walked back I put my arm around Jason and he walked a little ways with his arm around me too.
“What is going on?” he asked, knowing that I wanted to say something.
“I am just really happy.” I replied.
“That’s good.” he smiled as the wind played with his hair.
