"What's Connecticut like this time of year? Too late to get a sailboat? Does it snow in Italy? New Orleans is a pretty cool town. You know I love Oregon..." was my answer when E asked me where else I would want to live if not here. I don't think he was expecting such a list. I can't help it! Any other time, wherever else we are - I want a farm, I want land, my horses, and garden, etc. Put me nose to nose with that mountain I'm going to be living under and suddenly it's oppressive and closing in on me. No joking here - the freakin' mountains started moving in on me the other day. He says I have to give it a chance. Not think about it being a place we're going to be for the rest of our lives. We don't have to be anywhere for long if we don't want. That was comforting. I obviously can't be selfish either. E wants a place of his own, sooner rather than later. But made it pretty clear my sanity comes first. He says I usually want what I can't have. Whatever that means, right? I truly want a farm, a place of my own. I just have to tell my other half that again and again. Or not. What if looking back on my life you can't find me in just one place, inhabiting one entity. What if you look here or there - and yet I'm not there. E did say we don't have to be anywhere for long. What if we don't have to be anywhere? Not there. Sounds familiar.