June 30, 2008
It feels as if I've been away from Hoboken for months, even though it was Wednesday when I boarded the plane for Pensacola and rented the car to take me to Fairhope.
I decided to spend a week here surrounding the auspicious date (today) of the closing of the sale of my house, a beautiful little Craftsman cottage which will almost certainly be remodeled beyond recognition by the new owners. After the closing I'll share some champagne with friends and work on the saying goodbye to an old life and hello to a new. With the money from the sale I'll have a little more to live on in Hoboken.
The days leading up to this have been complex, or as my cyberfriend Steve put it in a comment on my Fairhope blog (linked above), "bittersweet." I don't think I'll never come here again, but I am putting Fairhope and Alabama behind me without a second thought.
I lived for some 15 years in Manhattan, in the 1960's and 70's, and then again in the mid-80's for about two years. That always felt like home to me, although without a doubt, Alabama and Fairhope in particular, raised me and made me what I am. I am completing my second book about Fairhope and if I ever write another book, I don't think it will be about Fairhope.
It's just that New York was one of the few things in life that was just like it was in the movies. Hoboken wasn't in that many movies, but it's more affordable these days, and near enough for me to get my feet in the city across the river as often as I like. If you read this blog fairly often, you get a feeling for what I like about Hoboken.
I love my new life, and, with this trip, realize that I loved my old life too, until I couldn't stand it any more. More on that in later blog posts, and many many posts about it on the blog linked in the first paragraph. Feel free to browse that one to your heart's content, and to order a copy of the book in the second link, and to wait with bated breath my next blogpost...or my next book.