Where I am now.

I like going places that I've never been - I love poking around a new city or riding a train or bus through town after town. It occurs to me as I think about this that there are very few places that I've been to that I haven't felt a little tug that says "you know, you could live here. You would be happy living here." I've felt it in tiny towns in the rural south and I've felt it in the depths of New York City.

I used to ride around the country on the Greyhound bus. Many times, the bus would be going through some place that I've never heard of, and I would look out the window and suddenly just want to jump off the bus and find an apartment right there.

Sometimes, when I am not expecting to, I feel it about the place where I am actually living.

From time to time I find myself pouring over blogs by people who are just writing about how they are living their lives. They take pictures of the flower bed after doing some weeding and another couple of shots of the store because they had to go for milk and eggs anyway.

I don't know if that's the sort of blog that I want to turn this into. No. I know that that is not the sort of blog that I turn this into. But from time to time I think I'm going to expand my horizon to include the close at hand.

The picture in this post was taken about half a mile from where I live. I had no reason to take it right then. But it was something to do while I was walking home.