photos from the town of coupeville.
i spent my childhood on my grandparents property a few miles away from the this town center. they built it all themselves, and i can remember donning my 'whidbey island' work jeans every weekend and school break to work. since it was an unsettled, pretty wild several acres my work consisted of clearing underbrush, planting gardens, and making piles. on good days, there was a bon fire, which i managed with delight.
i hadn't been there in a few years. having worked over the weekend chopping firewood and doing other up keep things, my love of that place has been rekindled. of sorts. life should be that simple and fresh.
i am not happy to be back in seattle. period.
i wonder if i could find a job on the island and putt around. it's unlikely at this stage in my life, but damnit, why do i have to wait unitl i get old to enjoy the ho-hum country life? i suspect neither the city nor the country would fit me quite right... quite an imbroglio.*
* i am studying for the GRE
p.s. i have an americorps interview next wed.
