*sigh*

I don't know if it's spring or what, but I miss my house. I actually miss my Virginia life. Well, everything but the Navy. :) I miss having a place that was ours. Our very own house. Each project was a piece of us, a declaration that would last through the years and beyond. And I miss our neighbors. They were all entrenched, solid people living solid lives, who welcomed us with conversations and tools, dogs and kids. It was the first time I'd lived among people that didn't expect to be leaving shortly, and therefore took the the time to care. Now I'm back in the impermanence of apartment living and it makes me cranky, no matter how big and fun it is.

And I still love Somerville and the whole crew, I love the old familiar patterns that come so naturally, I love rediscovering connections and making new ones. I enjoy the ease that comes of shared history. And one part of me is thrilled with the swift pace and plentiful entertainment. There is surely never a dull moment. But the quick pace and the constant rush don't lead to contentment. Maybe fulfillment, but not contentment.

And on that note, it's time to go for a run.