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.