Homecoming

Of the many times I have left Flagstaff over the last 7 years, often for many months at a time, this has been perhaps the best homecoming I have ever had. No ripping huge party or parade or people greeting me at the door. Actually the house was empty, as I more or less snuck back into town no telling anyone of my exact arrival time. But it was a myriad of other things, both large and small. My favorite local bluegrass band was playing at the Wine Loft. Old friends, co-workers, and the random familiar faces that make up the landscape of Flagstaff were around, and they remembered my name! Spring time in my mountain town, and bbqs and people coming out of hibernation. The house was rebuilt (mostly) after the fire last year. 15 months I've been out of the house. I have been offered and accepted a job at the university heading the wilderness medicine program. And I'm sort of seeing a gal that I met almost a year ago, and suprise of suprises we managed to stay in touch.

So life is good. People keep asking how Antarctica was, and so I relate the good times and funny stories, but the hard parts and problems are buried under 2 months of leisure travel in the south pacific. I had a great time and can't really concieve of never going back to the Ice again, but I think I'll try and give stability a try for awhile, stability being a relative term of course.