I think I'm just incurably fickle.

I have more questions for the masses. Well, the two people who actually read this with any regularity.

Why is it that I spent two years trying to get out of Syracuse, and now I plan on spending 5 trying to get back? I look around down here and frankly I'm scared. I had forgotten that most people here consider reading a strange pasttime. Even those you would think relatively intelligent: attorneys, teachers, architects. I could keep going, but I think you get the point.

I feel like the last reader on the planet down here. I once heard a story from a guy who was in a Waffle House reading and having coffee. He said the waitress asked him, "What'ya doing?" He replied reading. Her response was "What'ya doing that for?" It completely perplexed her that he was reading for no other reason than to read.

I now know how he felt.

Is it bad to already be planning a December or January long weekend trip back? To refuse to keep my house on the market now that the "jolly giant" backed out for fear he would go through the floor? To pine away for the view from my sunroom or front door? To long to get a good beer and fish and chips? Irish music? Used book stores?

I plan on renting my house now. I've spoken to a rental company and Clif will be showing them the house this week so they can give a rental estimate on how much they can get out of it. They already told us they think they can get the house to pay for itself.

Am I just fickle? Yes, I already know the answer to that. Why doesn't anyone ever try to stop me from doing these things. Okay, well one person tried to reason with me, but I was blinded by money. Still am really.

I still wouldn't be happy with my job prospects there, I would likely have to leave the legal field behind. Litigation is still not my thing. I enjoy writing the Briefs and papers, but don't send me to court. It shortens my life span.

Here I can safely stay out of court and work in real estate and transactional "stuff".

But I do miss the fact that the days are getting cooler there, and that soon pumkin farms will be opening, then the first signs of real Christmas festivities. Here it is all Christian based, and if you try to suggest teh holiday might have other more pagan beginnings you will be burned at the stake at an impromptou town gathering of the Spanish Inquistion.

My Wiccan side is deeply in hiding at the moment. I did reclaim my red hair yesterday though, I'm just inherently uncomfortable as a blond. It did go true blond again though.

Hopefully, it will not be a big deal where I work, but I have no guarantee of that.

I also miss the free festivals all summer long. Here they charge at least $20 per person per day for all festivals or events. Plus there are no ethnic festivals of any kind really. I went to the Cultural festival last weekend. It was mostly one group of Chinese participants and one guy in a kilt (more power to him). A couple of Indian groups had booths, but not much else.

I truly miss my Irish and German festivals. Not to mention the Highland games.

I did go see Wolfsong friday at a free concert here. That was amazing. Six very nice Scottish guys on one stage. (Goddess give me strength)

My friend and I went in together on one of their CDs and then managed to get it signed by all six. Now we get to fight over who gets it when she moves to Australia.

Oh well, live and learn. Maybe the Goddess is trying to teach me the value of humility, one more time. I'm a hard-headed learner when it comes to these "life lessons" of hers.