I left you off at Tucson after finding the puppy dog,
Trinity – now renamed Kaya, after Kayenta, the closest town in Arizona from where I found her.
I decided to relocate to Tucson. It made a logical sense – southwest where I love to camp and explore, university town, not too large a city but big enough to have lots to keep me entertained and fed, a good motorcycle community I could easily plug into…. But things kept not working out – rentals not returning calls or emails, bank loans falling through, Sully dog got sick and so did I… so I decided to get back to the Midwest.
And what a greeting I received.
It felt good and right.
I spent a couple of days back in Columbia, Mo. taking care of some business, then drove down to Carbondale, IL. my hometown.
After galavanting around the country looking for a place to land, spending many nights contemplating what is the idea “home,” I came to the realization that home really is where the heart is – it’s where your people are, where there is real community and good family.
I arrived in Carbondale on Wednesday, and by Friday I’d found a home. A perfect spot for me and the doggies, with a fenced backyard and doggie door and basement where I can ride my bikes down into, and driveway. It was an old friend who tipped me off to this available home, right next door to them. The owners of this rental are dear friends with a family I’ve been very close to since I was a freshman in high school.
Campering is so nicely simple – no yardwork or daily house frustrations, no doldrums from the same ole’ same ole’. But it also lacks the push of short and long term projects, the depth of sinking into a place for a period of time with weight and heft.
So, for now, I have a destination: home.