What I Miss Most
Connecticut has become home. Now, it took until our fourth year here for it to become home. Da Man developing bits of his own life here outside of mine helped, as did meeting BBM and GG. Ironically, my mother's death played an important role because Texas felt less like a future home; the "home" part of it became a part of the past.

But I was thinking today about the things I miss about my former homes. Seeing the kinds of things that Tris is up to in Houston makes me miss the art scene there. I worked in it for about three years and knew some of the movers and shakers. I mean, we weren't friends, but when I was at the gallery, I recognized them, and some called me by name when asking for wine at show openings. Checking out Tria's Facebook page and seeing the events she's attending and things that are available makes me jealous, and I long a bit for the past.

Then, while driving home today, I started to miss how easy it was to get around places in Columbus. Everything in Connecticut seems so far away from everything else. In Ohio, it seemed that everything I wanted was withing five miles of my home: the best movie theatres, independent coffee places, the gay district. Here, I live twelve miles from campus, and that's not all that far by local standards. Even if I lived closer to campus like some, I'd be farther from other things.

But this is home, and it's not bad. I feel like I have more within a hundred miles than I did in other places. Well, maybe Houston has that, too.
- posted by Nels P. Highberg @ 10:44 PM | | | Link |