Saturday, January 29, 2011
a reason to come home
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that there was something missing about the place I lived in, and within me, that propelled this sense of urgency. A weekend puttering at home filled me with terror. What a waste. Pack up the car, get on the plane, do something!
However, since I've moved to the WC (that's Wallowa County, which I refer to as the WC because of how people in California refer to Orange County as "The OC", I think it's funny anyway) I have been seized with the opposite, a sometimes troubling case of inertia. All I want to do is stay home.
Belize? That would be cool. But so much work to plan. Hawaii? Eh. Hike the JMT? I want to, but really couldn't I just map out a two week hike here? Drive to the Steens? Seen it. Ski at Anthony? I can ski here.
I really can't quite figure it out. I could be suffering from a case of travel jet lag. So much traveling for so many years. It could be my adopted doggies. Hate leaving them. All I know is, I'm turning into someone I don't recognize. I need an intervention. Please show up with a suitcase and a plan!
In the meantime I am back from DC after 26 days. It's good to be home.