Flying over the Rockies (Wasatch Plateau according to the GPS map) I decided to look out the window. Lucky me. I had just played my fav. tune of late by the Postal Service and the silver coloring of the white snowed peaks under my eyes, speckled with the light of small silent towns in this desert land made me think of the wonderful days I spent down there by Moab just a few short months ago.
I have fallen in love with this country. I have fallen in love with its desert and its red colors. It’s people and attitudes. Culture and language. Its opportunities.
Yet in that love I feel an implicit cheating. Cheating on the people that got me here in the first place. Cheating on the country that also made me the way that I am. Can’t deny that I do feel like something’s gotta give. A decision has to be made and it is the toughest decision I’ve ever had to consider.
The decision to grow roots here or there is upon me. And I don’t yet know what it will be. Help me find out. Please.