Back for good

Okay, maybe I won't be blogging all that often, but I'm home again.

According to Thomas Wolfe, we can't go home again. Maybe. Maybe not. I wonder if the ones that can't go home again are the ones that completely left. Because I am home again, but as I think back across the months, I never really left. Sure, physically I left, but mentally my home has always been on the Kenai Peninsula.

The ferry ride from Juneau to Haines was windy, but not too bad. Between Haines and Haines Junction we had about an hour of whiteout conditions. Yes, I was driving. Very slowly. Extremely slow.

But once we got through the whiteout, the rest of the way was sunny skies. Sun. Lots of sunshine. More sunshine than I'd seen in almost eleven months.

Do I miss Juneau? Honestly? Not one bit.

I look out my window, or step outside and watch the view I've missed. Kachemak Bay and the Kenai Mountains. If I turn ever so slightly, I can include the Homer Spit into the view.

The dogs are content and almost back to their fighting weight. They porked up living in an apartment. Now they run outside, sniff around to make sure no other dogs have claimed their territory and wag their tails.

Roger and I are busy cleaning up. We have years and years of stuff accumilated. We're going through everything and tossing a lot of it. Things that used to be important are now finding its way to the dump.

We haven't figured everything out. Not by a long shot. I'm officially unemployed. I'd like to be gainfully employed, but I'm going to take my time. I know where I want to work. I have time to wait for them to have an opening for me. Well, that is if they don't take too long.

While I'm waiting, I have a couple projects I'm working on. Not writing. Something that might actually bring in some cash.

It's great to be back home again. When we get the boxes that we shipped from Juneau, I'll upload a few of the pictures from the trip. The cable to the computer is in one of those boxes. Idiot that I am.