Back Home?
Before I left for Oregon in September, I wondered whether I’d be happier living in a quieter, less densely populated place. I had visions of my dogs being able to live a life off leash and a I had a desire for wide open space to explore.
I spent two amazing months in Summer Lake which has a high desert climate in south central Oregon. Almost every night the coyotes had parties and I woke up each morning to a view comprised of mountains, the dry lake bed, trees, pond and ducks. And now I am back in Philadelphia, where I see knotted power lines and concrete.
And I’m not sure which I prefer. I know at this moment, as I review photographs from my trip, I feel the pangs of nostalgia for that place. But I also know that despite its gritty and sometimes unfriendly fast paced rhythms, there is something about Philadelphia that welcomed me back. Maybe it’s because I’ve established a sense of community here, that there is a diverse population contributing to the “hum” that I can choose to tap into; or that my house, my things, my studio are uniquely mine and that life in Summer Lake, although very comfortable always seemed temporary.
And so I feel a little confused about where I might be happiest….the grass is always greener……………..
Until I figure it out I will just try to enjoy where I am.
