My migration is complete. In other words, I have changed zip codes again. The evolution of inserting me into my family home is always a bit tricky though. I’m back, but I can’t solve everyone’s problems just by being here. My opinions need to be carefully expressed, because I was not here to give them only a few days ago and they may or may not be welcome. My stuff is partially unpacked, but it’s always hard to find a place for it. My spaces have been covered by other peoples stuff. It might just be easier to live out of a duffel bag and keep my stuff out in the garage and in the boat until June again.
Then there are household issues; the dishes, the laundry, the yard, the trash, the groceries, pet needs, the practices, the driving schedules and a myriad of other tasks that must have been resolving themselves, but are now staring at me. It really is great to be home.
Here is a view from the road. You can cruise the Alaska Highway in just over one minute.
