In 2007, we came up with a 6 year plan and announced it blithely to anyone who would listen:
“When Eliot graduates from high school, we’re leaving LA.”
I’m not sure anyone believed us. The kids didn’t believe us. I’m not sure we believed us. It seemed impossibly far away. So easy to say.
But days and seasons passed and the six year plan became the 5 year plan, then then 4… And if you say something for long enough, the whimsical becomes the inexorable.
As last May approached, Eliot became increasingly horrified at the thought of us decamping to the strains of Pomp and Circumstance.
So we turned it into a six-and-a-half year plan. “Fine” I said, relenting. “We’ll have one more Christmas at home and then, when the jasmine blooms and the sycamores green up in the canyon, we’re gone.”
Here’s what I saw driving into our canyon today:
Jasmine. Almost blooming.