Home???

So I flew back east to see relatives, specifically my 96 year-old aunt who just had a surgical procedure for a growth on her breast. It occurred to me as the plane descended through the night sky above Connecticut that I might be coming home. But that really wasn't a relevant thought. I left that state over 30 years ago. While I may have grown up there, it hasn't been my home for a long time.

Why these thoughts? Because the night before I left we signed a listing agreement on the house we bought 2 years ago. Imagine trading in a beautiful large ranch-type home for a 80 year old adobe with a dirt cellar in a village over 20 miles from the nearest Lowe's Home Improvement Center.

But what a beautiful view from back yard:

Those trees mark the location of the Pecos river.

It's in Pecos NM. All I can say is that this is the one place on earth where I can truly say that I've had a personal religious experience. The first time I descended into the big kiva at what was once a major trading place between the pueblo and plains Indian culture....

It was a feeling that I really can't articulate. It's just the RIGHT place. Hopefully you readers have found that same place for yourself but I hadn't until I found Pecos. Now we have the opportunity to move to this magical place.

This post is being entered from a motel room with the delightful view of I-95 in southern CT. The road has been a parking lot for cars and semis for over 2 hours. I may have been born in this city but it definitely is NOT my home.