I’m not exactly sure when or how it started, but I wanted to move again. Aimlessly meandering over continents wasn’t working, God knows I’ve been (and will continue) to do that. Nope, but here I was again, it wasn’t supposed to be so soon, looking for something new again. Something more permanent, and all mine. I need to leave Ray’s world even though he won’t leave mine.
I had the urge last summer to explore the idea of leaving Los Angeles. It was fleeting but serious. I even listed my condo for sale at a ridiculous price. This summer that strategy actually worked! Remarkably fast and remarkably well. No one was more surprised than me, except for the buyers.
It’s time to turn the page to a new chapter. More likely it’s time to start a new book. I’ve lived here for 20 years now, 15 with Ray and nearly 5 alone. I get it. It’s probably the most magical place on Earth, it really is. Perhaps that’s why I was only able to venture a hundred miles away to a place, also magical.
The Village of Palm Springs offers me more than I need. A liberal council (3/5 gay), climate, a selection of international men around 50, day tripping to LA, and more room on the road and parking spaces. I’m looking for several of those things lately.
So, here I go. Jumping off again.
My siblings will tell you that you need not worry about the height from which from Randy jumps… he’s afraid of heights, but he will land well, he always has.