I'm getting ready to move. That's going to take a while; It's
not at all certain that I'll even be ready by spring. There's a
serious need to lighten my load: you know, get rid of stuff.
Move
where? My
most recent truly personal journal entry, posted on September
11, was shortly after my return from a trip to New Mexico, which trip
was undertaken because I was thinking of moving there. In that
entry, I expressed some uncertainty as to whether I was going to go
through with that plan.
Now? I'm leaning towards it. Does that mean that all of
my doubts and concerns have been completely overcome?
No. But I've come around, pretty much, to the view that the
only way to be certain that it's the right place for me is to try it
and see.
About the "pretty much" part: my view of the decision-making process
is that you can't claim to have finished it to have truly
decided until you've taken some action that commits you to
the plan. And, for better and for worse,
there's really no occasion for that now: the process of getting ready
is not yet at the stage where anything I need to do depends on the
destination.
That earlier journal entry didn't give a clear and complete picture of
what the "doubts and concerns" the uncertainties about New
Mexico as my new home actually were. And I still
can't do that. But if I say a few words about one of them, that
may give you more of the flavor of what the overall decision process
is like.
So, let's talk about the weather.
A big part of my motivation for wanting to
move, somewhere, is that I really don't like the
hot and humid summer weather in North Carolina. I knew, before
the trip, that in New Mexico, you almost never get the "humid" part
and that, as a result, it tends to cool down more, and
faster, in the evenings. But it still can get hot in the
daytime.
I deliberately made the trip around the hottest time of year, in order
to see whether I could be comfortable with that weather
pattern. And that, indeed, was my first, and biggest, source of
doubt, when the trip was over. No question that I prefer the
weather in New Mexico to that in North Carolina. But I asked
myself: if I'm going to go to the trouble of moving, should I perhaps
refuse to compromise, and instead pick a destination which fits my
weather preferences more exactly?
Maybe I should. But, as I indicated earlier, I now lean in
the other direction: toward acting on the assumption that I can't
really know the answer to that question unless I actually do go and
live there for a year or so.
Why?
If I answered that question thoroughly, it would take so long that
you'd fall asleep before you finished reading this (if you haven't
already). One obvious piece of the answer, and a clue as to why
it would take so long to be thorough, is that weather isn't
everything.
But even confining ourselves to the subject of weather, I just don't
think that I have enough data to make a final decision. Another
factor quite relevant to how I'll feel about it after a whole
year: how long is the period when it's too hot
for me? If it's not too long, then maybe I'll be happy with
just making behavioral adjustments during that period: slow down some,
overall. Take a siesta: already a somehat attractive idea, and
the more so the older I get (right now, I'm seventy-three).
And, during the hottest few weeks, don't spend too much time outdoors
in the middle of the day.
That last bit can get tricky. It will help a lot
provided that you can spend those
hours in the right kind of indoor space, in which the heat doesn't
affect you too much. (And, to make it more difficult, I
strongly prefer that this be accomplished by means other than air
conditioning.)
In other words, a lot depends on the sort of building in which you
live.
You want to close the windows in the heat of day, and open them in the
evening and overnight. And for this to be effective, you need
"through ventilation": openable windows on (at least) two opposite
sides of the building. Electric fans are important, too, during
both parts of the daily cycle.
A further note on through ventilation: this is so important that it
(or, rather, the lack of it) almost single-handedly ruins the chances
of making an informed decision on the basis of a trip like the one I
made last summer: a two-week visit to the state
in which
one is staying at hotels. Because, you see, "through
ventilation" is something that American hotel rooms hardly ever
have. (This may have some relation to the fact that they almost
always do have air conditioning.)
One additional important architectural feature: thick walls, made of a
material with a considerable capacity to store heat. When
combined with the sizeable difference between daytime and nighttime
temperatures, these give you the ability to fine-tune the indoor
temperature, by learning when to open and close the windows.
There's more than one way to design a building with those
properties. One of the most effective ways, though, "just
happens" to be the building method that's also the most
long-established in New Mexico. It's called adobe.
It has to be real adobe, though. Santa Fe,
specifically, has a building code which requires that practically all
buildings look like they're made of adobe.
But the great majority of the resulting buildings are what is known as
"fauxdobe"
and that isn't worth squat when it comes to
keeping the indoors cool without AC.
And that surprise! is a good place for me to
switch topics, at least partially. The new focus: assuming that
I do move to New Mexico, then where, more specifically? To what
local area within the state?
The previous post listed the three towns that I spent time in, during
last summer's trip: Santa Fe, Las Vegas, and Taos. Each of
those is roughly in the northeast quarter of the state. And I
am still operating on the assumption that I will choose one of those
three.
(A reminder: if you've only heard of one place called Las Vegas, it's
probably the one in Nevada. That's not the one I'm referring to
here.)
And now I'm in a position to tell you that Santa Fe, probably the best
known (and largest) of the three, has fallen to the bottom of my list.
One major reason for this is that Santa Fe and,
specifically, housing in Santa Fe is a
lot more expensive. But there's more to it than
that.
The new leading candidate is Las Vegas, which is probably the least
expensive of the three. But more importantly, I think: it seems
more like a community.
(Taos, definitely still a possibility, is somewhere in the middle, in
several respects.)
Why does Las Vegas feel more like a community? I can't say for
sure; I just felt that way, hanging out there. Here are a
couple of things that may have something to do with it.
The distribution of the population by age seems to be wider, and more
balanced. I saw proportionately more teenagers and young
adults. Santa Fe skews older: a lot of people have gone there
to retire. (Yes, I would count as one of those. But
still.)
Santa Fe also skews richer, and that, too, feels like a point in Las
Vegas' favor. I'm pretty sure I could afford to live in Santa
Fe; I just no longer feel so much as if I would want to. It's
as if people in Santa Fe are into striving to be special, while people
in Las Vegas are
just folks.
And now I can circle back to the matter of weather, and the housing
best adapted to it. Of the places under consideration, Las
Vegas (or so I perceive) is the one where it would be easiest to find
and rent a dwelling made of real adobe. (Partly because I
wouldn't have to sift through all those fake ones.)
In fact, the distinction between real and fake adobe could stand as a
symbol for the broader cultural differences between Las Vegas and
Santa Fe. If I wanted to be snarky, I could say: If you live in
Las Vegas, you live in New Mexico. If you live in Santa Fe, you
live in a theme park about New Mexico.
And there's more! According to one of my Las Vegas informants,
most of the city's real adobe houses are in that part of town which
has the largest proportion of Spanish-surnamed residents. (Not
surprising: those folks would be more aware of the advantages, since
their people have lived in New Mexico much longer than the Anglos
have.)
So, as a bonus, I might pick up a little more of the language.
If one wants to become a New Mexican, that has to count for
something, verdad?