I stood tonight at sundown at the south edge of the Mojave National Preserve after a day spent seeing one wonderful aspect of the Mojave after another and the thought came to me: “I live here.”

It’s not the first time I’ve had the thought, but it struck me hard tonight.

This late summer I made one of the hardest, most personably frightening decisions I’ve ever made. It felt correct at the time even when I feared its consequences most.

Had that decision gone the other way, I realized, I would have had to amend my thought to “I could have lived here.”

As painful as that decision was at the time, I have never been more convinced that I chose the proper path this past early September.

3 thoughts on “Decision

  1. annietiques

    Chris, I am thrilled for you……jealous, yes…….two more years till I can say I am where I belong!

    For now it is short visits, never, ever long enough. The thing I miss the most is the smell of the desert…it is sublime. And the sunrises and sunsets and the mountains and the plants and the birds, even the snakes!

  2. vida

    Once upon a long ago time i made a different decision _
    can’t say i regret all the places i’ve seen.
    But, as they say, you can take the rat out of the desert…

    Very, very glad you are still there.