How do you feel when you return home at the end of the day?
this, for me, is different.
i am still getting used to the place i now live.
like this afternoon, for example, as i was working on the computer i was suddenly struck with that feeling of "where am i?"
not in a bad way, just an awareness that i was busy working yet in the back of my mind i knew it was in a different place than i have been for the last couple of years. it hadn't been long enough to say "few" years for the last house, but i have a feeling that time is going to fly and before i know it, i'll have been a couple years here, too.
here is beautiful, but it's a tad early to say it feels like home. so much i haven't even explored yet. in fact, i don't even know what direction i'm going when i get in the car (ok, so i barely did in ontario either)
in any case, on the eve of a new school year, we went for a drive/walk to a mountain just a few minutes down the road. we saw four deer and made plans to come again another day when we have more time
and maybe some bells
and then we drove home