this morning. Alyssia is SURE that the motel had bedbugs. Jenny sounded a little uhhhh, worn. Julian was skipping about the motel room and yelling for Umma*, Jenny, who had handed the phone over and gone outside. *gramma.
so…they called from Chico.
they left from where Alyssia is stationed in Lemoore, near Hanford. North. Fresno, Merced, Modesto, Stockton, Sacramento to Chico. Chico is where jenny and i began spiraling out from. Chico felt familiar. and according to the phone call this morning, it is. it is a college town with lots of farmer's markets. lots of "stuff" going on. so, similar in some ways to Ann Arbor Michigan where jenny grew up. where Alyssia was born, where she returned to for high school and visits her grandpa. So, Chico.
tomorrow they will set out for the hinterlands. the places where jenny actually might want to anchor her life, her goats, her great magical dog Kadir. Red Bluff is where she can transfer her present job. so, Cottonwood. even Redding.
the hope is for a minimum of 5-7 acres. 10, really. More even better.
it's funny. i have always had kind of a snotty opinion about california. as in it is a place for fake people. fake lives. like a movie set kind of thing. hmmmm…….

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