Wednesday, August 24, 2022

Home

I'm feeling today, more than i have in a long time, that I'm living in exile.

I was born in Colorado. Denver. The capital city. At the time, my parents lived in a bedroom community in the hills called Conifer. My mom grew up a few miles from there in another little town, but it was too close to Denver for them. They had to get away.

Dad worked for the Post Office, and when i was 6, he transferred from Evergreen to Salida. I graduated high school here and came back after a very brief stint in San Antonio, Texas (Go Air Force!) and not completing two years of college in Alamosa, Colorado. Then Denver for 7 years.

I was in Denver making signs for real estate companies when the market crashed, and i decided to move to Alaska. That's home 

I lived in Ketchikan for four amazing years. I met my wife there. I had a great job, lived on a sailboat. I got to watch sunsets that took hours and leave fires on the beach. I got to camp under tarps and see whales.

Then i gave it up. For my kids.

And now I miss it something fierce.