Ok, I'm trying the whole blogging thing again. Not exactly sure why, except:
1) Two of my best friends have blogs
2) I'm supposedly a writer
3) I feel guilty about NOT having one
4) I have all these thoughts going on inside my head. Maybe if I write them down, they'll go away.
Let's start at the very beginning. (It's a very good place to start.) Why "No Place Like Home"? you may be asking. Well, it's like this. Never really "at home" anywhere, I'm determined to put down roots somewhere before I'm too old to dig. This determination and its accompanying sense of urgency are likely the result of a very well established middle age crisis. (YES, I have a convertible. NO, I'm not sensitive about it!)
To date, I've lived in a cool California coastal town with an obscure Indian name, a rural community in northern Alabama where Indians used to play ball, a Texas Cowtown very popular with Cowboys, a Tennessee city famous for Cowboy hat-wearing singers, and a mid-sized metropolis in Central Illinois named after an Indian tribe akin to a prarie fire. While the Cowboys and Indians theme throughout my residential resume hardly bodes well for stability, I must forge ahead.
With any luck I'll be moving again soon. I have nothing against Indians or prarie fires, but I'm quickly becoming burned out on the Midwest. A Southern boy at heart, I long to return to the green, green grass of home. Assuming, that is, that I don't have to mow it.
Another good reason for my No Place Like Home blog title is the not so subtle reference to a movie very popular with the Friends of Dorothy. (This, no doubt, is making my friend LT cringe. But since she hates animals, should I really worry about her feelings?) I may not have a home, but I do have a community!
So, if you're interested, check back now and then and see if my life journey is getting me any closer to home.
P.S. Anyone have a map?
