So that was that. I knew I wanted to be with him and he with me. There was just the problem of where we were going to live and when. Shortly after the four days with B at his cottage, I flew to Crestone, Colorado to live at a hermitage for two weeks!
here. That is a whole other post that I may talk about one day, but for the sake of our tale, I will truncate. Every day I would ride the donation bike from the my little cabin in the desert beside the Carmelite Monastery, to the town of Crestone, to use the one pay phone in existence there to call B and say hi. I missed him. Even though we hadn't been together in the same place for longer than four days, I missed him. So we'd chat, I'd get groceries, ride back to my private spot in the desert and think. Alot. We would have music dates, where we would pick an album, and a time and both listen to it in our respective comfortable seats. Miles apart, but together in spirit. Our favourites were
Viva la Vida (coldplay) and
Agaetis Byrjun (Sigur Ros)...I knew we had to decide what was what. I was terrified, but I was hopeful.
