And the Deer and the Antelope Play

I had a funny feeling the other day -- you know the one, like you're missing something. A pinprick of nostalgia, a vague longing. What is it, I wondered...and got a flash of an airport lounge.

You have GOT to be kidding me.

Apparently I'm so inured to flying somewhere every-other week, that once a few days drifted past my usual take-off day, my habit reminded me. Aren't we supposed to be doing something? I actually felt like I needed an airport fix.

Which is a sad state of affairs.

And fortunately, easily remedied as I'm flying somewhere on Sunday. Victoria, BC. It's been almost a full year since we last visited, when David decided that was the school for him and we put the wheels in motion to drastically change our lives: he to leave his job of 20 years, we to leave our town of nearly that long. It seemed forever then, before anything would happen.

Now we're going to buy a house. This is it. At least, we hope we are. The Canadian mortgage company is suggesting 35% down. (I know - eek!) So we'll see what we can get for that. This will be our third house-purchase together. I feel for the younger us, who could never have put that kind of money down back then.

Ironically, our first house is also for sale right now. We paid four times for our current house what we paid for the first. Now they're asking half for that house of what we're asking for ours. I drive by, and all my day lilies still fill the front yard. My drought-tolerant garden lines the fence with six-foot rabbit brush romping amidst the silver sage. Pieces of me.

The question we get most often is: will we move back? Three to five years from now, will we return to Laramie. It's hard for us not to laugh. Not to ask why on earth would we want to?

But you never know what you might turn up nostalgic for.