The Airstream = Nantucket

3/18: 1:50 pm

I am beginning to feel at home in my airstream trailer, it is cozy and comfortable. I am also getting to know The Farm better as well, although my mind is still drawing connections right and left to other places I have been. I think I know why this is. At the moment The Farm is a job and The Farmers are my bosses. I've had hard jobs before, some much, much harder than farm work. I would toil and complain (sometimes), but at the end of the day I always got to return to a place I considered home. My family or friends would be around and we could all forget about work for awhile.

Well... My home now is the airstream -- and it is located on The Farm. It's like I am sleeping at the office.

The place my trailer reminds my of the most is my Great Aunt Margret's beach house on Nantucket, strangely enough. I have been fortunate enough to stay there on several occasions.

The reasons for the comparison are thusly...

1) I have to bow my head to exit.
2) All the dishes rattle when I walk around inside.

Both are true of both places, but I only realized this when both 1 & 2 happened at once. Now I imagine the winds in the trees and the sounds of the green house vents and fans as the ocean. The rooster's Cokadoodle is the seagulls Gawfuaa and the Cows, well they're Sea Cows (Manatees?).

I realized something else odd, upon the Nantucket discovery. I believe this will be the only time I have ever lived in a land-locked state. The ocean is important and I am sure I be changed in someway by its absence. Every notice how most of the great and well-known cities are on the ocean? Sure, sure... ports, trade routes... I know. There are logical explanations, but I think there may be some deeper connection between humans and the sea.