The park welcomed her as she stepped onto the walking path. Even here she restrained herself. Trapped within the decorum prescribed by society, she walked a straight line, followed the normal dictates. Breathing in the scent of the wildflowers, she lost herself into the scenery and the music playing through her headphones. Her dreams started to come alive. The stories awakened as she took each step. Lost in the story she started to twirl in the embodiment of her main character, captivated by the magic. Hesitation then societies rules stepped in. She marched forward. A pair of walkers walked by and waved as they passed one another. People would not understand the free spirit, she told herself. She repressed the skip. She curtailed the dance. This was a place for walking. Then the wind swirled around her. Laughing, she embraced the dance and twirled with it.
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Avery put the parking brake on and stepped from her old car. The car represented her well, with its well-worn handles and knobs, paint dulled and flecked down to the undercoat, tires that should probably be replaced. She shook out the long, blue broomstick skirt, a great find at the 6th Street Salvation Army Outlet. Staring down at the address scrawled across the page, she knew she had made it to the right place.
She took three steps towards the old building, when Allie popped through the old doors, large and impressive. “Can you believe this building is abandoned?” Her excitement lifted the lilt of her voice to a high pitch. Avery smiled at her friend’s sense of adventure.
“It is pretty amazing.” Quickening her step, she found herself inside the old fire station. The massive lower level would have housed at least two engines back in its heyday. Now, the garage sat empty and wide open.
“Can you see it yet?” Allie went on, lost in the dream. “This would be the gallery. We can set up a sandwich café in the center.” Sweeping around the room, she darted around pointing out one zone or the next. Avery had to admit that it was a great plan if they could find the backing.
“Oh, wait until you see the next level!” The spiral staircase carried them upstairs. “We can live and work up here! There is enough room for a shared kitchen and living area, bedrooms, and studios.” Avery carefully walked around the rubble to look into the different nooks and crannies. The plumbing was old, she could see. It would need some major rehabilitation. Still, the dream…she could not abandon the dream. It could happen.
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“I love it, Allie.” The look of joy, unrestrained, reminded her of why they were best friends.
So many days wasted chasing ordinary. No more. Evana folded the newspaper, the ad circled that led to this new life. At 40, did she dare change her path? Yes. She was finished with ordinary. She was through with fitting in. She wanted to chase long denied dreams. She watched the endless ocean below, composing the words in her mind. She had left everyone behind without a word.
Dear Mom, What can I say? I’m on a plane headed for the heart of Africa. My new ordinary may seem anything but to you but now I’m chasing elephant dreams on the African savanna. Think of me as you sip tea and talk about the mundane. I will certainly think of you as I explore my new ordinary. Evana
Turning the card over in her hand, she pictured herself as the woman drinking tea with the elephant. Soon it will be.
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