Chasing Solitude

“You should go some place after the [Texas] bar,” my mother said over brunch.  Immediately I said “Marfa, TX.”  My parents looked a little confused, I think because they were expecting someplace coastal, not 500 miles from Austin in the middle of nowhere West, Texas.  But nowhere looks pretty good right now.
I think because I’ve forgotten what it’s like to come home to silence, and maintain that silence for as long as I chose.
Mother then asked, “by yourself?”  Me, “most likely, maybe, probably, who knows.”  Time away would be good, with someone else, it depends.  A lot can happen in four months.
I read a GQ (or another men’s glossy) article a few months ago about a writer who totally cut himself off from the world by booking passage on cargo ships.  It’s not as extreme as it sounds, but definitely something I will consider down the road.
Right now though this is where I want to get away post-Bar, the Thunderbird.  I like their Tbird Retreat described as followed:
Soak in the West Texas inspiration. Write, photograph, dream and build. Stay any day and we’ll include unlimited sessions with our vintage typewriter, bottomless supplies of paper, a Lomolito camera, a turntable and all the vinyl you’d want, bicycle rentals, and daily (and frequent) coffee delivery to your door.


It’s been one year and seven months since I’ve come back to Austin, the longest I’ve been home since I left for Wake Forest.  The difference between now and then, besides law school loans and increased maturity, is that there is break from home.
Home was once a place to stay for holidays, or summers, which in my mind were like extended-vacations.  Now it is all there is.  Not that I have any reason to complain!  I’ve thoroughly enjoyed being back, in more ways than I thought.  I’m just still adjusting.


2 Comments on “Chasing Solitude”

  1. melissa says:

    nice post, aj! (see, i do too read your blog.)

    ps — i thought i was the only one who refers to/calls my mom Mother.

  2. A.J. says:

    Nope you are not alone! I’ve gotten increasingly formalized in my old age.

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