Think I'll Go Back Home

Back where I belong,
Think I'll go back home.
-Stephen Stills

Latest wild hair: Get the hell out of Jersey. But where? I looked at the real estate magazines I picked up on vacation in Happy Valley. I always pick them up for E, who is ever searching for our compound, and this time picked up copies for myself.

These houses all turned out to be in the Saratoga/Lake George/boonies area and while there were some definite deals to be had, I just don't know the area well enough to judge which would be like living in a Steven King novel vs. which would be like living in a Jan Karon novel.

When all else fails and you're feeling desperate, what do you think of? I think of going back home, which is Richmond, VA. Although there's no one there anymore for me to hook myself up with, I spent the first 25 years of my life there. I can look at Realtor.com and know that this house is in a complete pit, as opposed to that house.

I would have to leave Unnamed Co. I would have to find another job in Richmond and project wallah jobs aren't exactly thick on the ground there. I would have to sell Ma Maisonette, of course.

But somehow I think of everything I enjoy being accessible to me, while here it's not...the college I went to has all kinds of alumni activities, plus classes, plus guest lectures. And while right now Broadway is a mere 1 1/2 hours away by train and foot, I can't afford even the train fare, much less a TKTS priced ticket to a Broadway show.

I'm sure there's nothing to this...I'm feeling a little blue and exhausted after this week and at the prospect of a 5 hour phone conference with Yentl today, who, thank God, is no longer in the building.

I was going to rant about Anne Rice's Christ the Lord, but will save that for later. The more I read, the more I want to rant. And the more I wonder if the rumor isn't true, that Stan Rice wrote the Vampire Chronicles...