I’m thinking a lot about Marfa lately. Partially because it’s on my year list. And partially because I do this every spring. Whenever it starts to warm up around here, I begin to dream of wearing house dresses and walking around lazy, open spaces. No one knows why.
But there’s something mysterious about Marfa.
I’ve never been to see West Texas, the mysterious alien lights, the Prada store in the middle of nowhere. So I’m going to spend Tax Day there. With the art, the BBQ, the cool/weird locals, and…the quiet.
I can’t think of a better way to celebrate the end of my Tax Day year list. And I can’t think of anything more antithetical to taxing.