We just got back from New Mexico and I am not too happy about it. I really hate 29 Palms and I could literally feel myself getting more and more irate about our return to this hell hole every mile that we got closer. I didn't realize how much I hated it here until I had to come back. I have been stuck here for nearly 3 years and I feel like my life is on hold until we leave. Sure, I've been able to explore my interest in photography and make it a career but there is so much else I'd like to do with photography that I can't do here, like open a studio. Or photograph in other locations besides 29 Palms Inn. And charge what I feel I am worth.
Anyway, back to New Mexico. We stayed in Cloudcroft, 9,000 feet above sea level, or stress level as they say up there. It's a cozy little mountain village with only 900 permanent residents. It is such a small town that I was able to walk from one end to the other and we almost never used our car, you can walk anywhere. And let me just say, mountain folk have the potential to be just as weird as desert folk. But they also have the potential to be 800 times nicer than desert folk. When we would walk into a shop the owners would often times escort us through the store, showing us this and that, telling us the history about each item we looked at. And the neat thing is that we never felt pressured to buy anything. Oh, and everyone loved my baby. I had to get used to people not trying to touch her when we got home.
You may find this surprising but my favorite part about our trip was our time in the desert. Yeah, I know something is definitely wrong with me. I just like the desert. When my dad took me to New Mexico for the first time at around age 9 I decided that when I grew up I needed to have an adobe home in the desert on a few acres of land and I would hang chili pepper lights on my porch and watch the sun set every evening. The New Mexico desert is so much better than the desert out here. Take a look at this for example:
Anyway, back to New Mexico. We stayed in Cloudcroft, 9,000 feet above sea level, or stress level as they say up there. It's a cozy little mountain village with only 900 permanent residents. It is such a small town that I was able to walk from one end to the other and we almost never used our car, you can walk anywhere. And let me just say, mountain folk have the potential to be just as weird as desert folk. But they also have the potential to be 800 times nicer than desert folk. When we would walk into a shop the owners would often times escort us through the store, showing us this and that, telling us the history about each item we looked at. And the neat thing is that we never felt pressured to buy anything. Oh, and everyone loved my baby. I had to get used to people not trying to touch her when we got home.
You may find this surprising but my favorite part about our trip was our time in the desert. Yeah, I know something is definitely wrong with me. I just like the desert. When my dad took me to New Mexico for the first time at around age 9 I decided that when I grew up I needed to have an adobe home in the desert on a few acres of land and I would hang chili pepper lights on my porch and watch the sun set every evening. The New Mexico desert is so much better than the desert out here. Take a look at this for example:
Or this:
Need more proof? How about this:
I think I've made my point. I'll be writing much more about our trip in the upcoming days but right now I've got a delicious turkey sandwich waiting to be devoured.
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