Tuesday, July 29, 2014

My Day at Apple

Too slowly do I catch-on my hostess, Shirley, has set a course toward 1 Infinite Loop. Apple. Once realized I exclaim that I will be the envy of many at my church who are the Apple Loyal.

While waiting in the lobby of Building 6 for our personal tour guide (Pam a 14-year director who is making a difference in the recycling initiative for repurposing old products) the faint fragrance of Macintosh Apples wafting catches my attention. How clever! It seems the ventilation system of each building is infused with the scent. We sign in on the new computer which prints out my name badge permitting entry. I swallow down a shriek of delight. 

It's Monday New Hire Day with a line of hopefuls filing into the atrium of climate-change-variable trees where sets a diorama of the planned "Mothership" to land just down the road in Cupertino. I'm not embarrassed to snap a sacred photo with my outdated iPhone 4.

We walk through guarded double-glass portals to the center garden,hub to all six buildings on the campus of Infinite Loop. Long blades of drought-tolerant grass serve as seating to many idealistic young brains chomping on lunch and surely talking in whatever code idealistic, young brains converse. 

A soulful foodie, my heart leaps with joy over what greets me in the cafeteria, nay, nourishment center of this techie universe! Food stations with enough variety to feed Olympians. I opt for the Mediterranean Whole Bowl from the power foods bar with Baby Spinach, Roasted Chickpeas, Cashew Tzatziki, Toms & Cucs, Almond Hummus and Quinoa! Texture and flavor and happiness!

We settle for a small table shaded from the lovely California sun. Conversation is of answered prayers and of dreams coming to fruition by patience, sweat and hard work. 

Our final stop is to The Company Store. I purchase a couple of branded items side-by-side with Japanese high school students and other fellow loyals.

A couple of quick photos and a hug, later, we retrace our steps through scented facilities and back to the car.

...with my complimentary, crisp apple from lunch!

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Its the Little Things: Community

Flying over the patchwork quilt
of farming somewhere over Colorado 
Transposed the days of the Little Things to breathe-in and include the joy of travel! To stay put in one place and never experience other cultures, food or air would leave me feeling suffocated. Even as I type that last line, my respiration quickens to a small implosion of panic. My personality is wired to explore and experience and my husband is gracious to oblige speaking my love language.

As I write, seated on a plane next to me is a fellow-Nashvillian-replant. She from Portland, Oregon, and me from - welpst, all over. 

After babies and 52 years in one state, she relocated to our little city of hospitality about eight years ago and loves it. However, it's the personal history with friends and locale she misses from home. She longs for the instant connectivity of falling into easy conversation with a former high school classmate or giving directions to the favorite coffee spot known to locals. She skis and misses the quick one hour to perfect, snowy slopes.

I get it.

Although being from everywhere and nowhere, I enjoy my longtime association with Music City and the nooks out of sight from tourists, but am eager to direct the tourists to my favorite locals' haunt. 

There is community in living in one place where neighbors check on neighbors leaving veggies on the porch and friends become family when Thanksgiving finds the road too long and the holiday weekend too short. And, if you're blessed to have them nearby, real family hugs you tightly each time you see each other, picks up the mail and takes care of your dog while you're away.

See, I do get it.

I will always adore the thrill of new places and the journey to get there, but am growing to appreciate there's truly no place like home.