I am planning on moving to southern Oregon when I return from deployment. I was responding to an email from my Sweetheart about the move, stating that I’ve been pondering a move to a couple of different locations for a while now. On my list of places were Portland, Sisters, Bend, Eugene (always a soft spot in my heart for Eugene), and Ashland. Every time I visit Ashland for Shakespeare, I love it. Such a charming little town. Of course, Ashland wins on the list now because of a special lady lives in the area and I want to be nearer her. But it is a big move and she is, naturally, worried about me making such a move. I wrote her back that, again, I’d toyed with the idea of moving there anyway, and also, happiness for me was pretty simple.
So in writing back to her, I let myself write in stream of consciousness about what a good day might look like in Ashland for me. It doesn’t take much to make me happy, but to me the little things are a lot. Here it is.
A hypothetical good day in Ashland
So I imagine something on a quiet street near downtown. The floors aren’t carpet. There are windows that let in light. Sunlight filters through green leaves. Against the wall is my desk, a simple modular one that can adjust high or low. On it is an iMac and that’s where I do my work. I’ve been coding for a couple of hours, working on a project, and I need a break. So I get up, grab my iPad and a travel bag, and walk out of the door. The street is quiet and I say hello to a neighbor that’s doing yardwork. I walk a couple of blocks and soon find myself near downtown. I stop into a local coffee shop and chat with the barista for a bit. I show zer a little drawing that I was doodling with, a goblin on roller skates. We share a laugh and I’m asked if I’m coming to Dungeons and Dragons that night. I am. I leave with my coffee and walk another couple of blocks to the park where I find a seat in the sun. There I listen to the sounds of people and kids playing and walking, a far away strand of guitar, some yoga in the sun, and I pull out my iPad and continue to doodle on the goblin picture. After a while I close the drawing app and crank open another app on the ipad and I sketch out some wireframes for another project that I’m working on for a client. Then I work on some color pallets that might go well with it. I remember to check my email to see if this client has responded to a request for a meeting, they have, and I see that they are available for a drop in. I decide to walk over to them. We chat about more of their needs and wants for their website, I show some color pallets, and we talk about the underlying philosophy of the company and how this might come out in the look and feel of their website. Before I leave, I take some pics with my iPhone 12x. I leave and walk through the park, enjoying the day. Soon back home, I get onto the iMac and work on the earlier project some more. After another hour, I send off an update to the project lead. While waiting for a response, I open up a photo editing program and do make a hasty mockup to some of the wireframes I had toyed with earlier. After a bit I email them off to the client for their thoughts. Work continues like this for a bit before it’s time for dungeons and dragons. I grab my dice bag and walk a couple of blocks away to the location of the game, a local bar and some fellow nerds are back and I grab a pint of ale and join friends. I show my roller skating goblins pic. We play our game. Afterward I walk home in the warm night. It was a good day.