You know you might be getting too comfortable in the mountains when you start driving their winding roads with that familiar feeling. I've been riding round these curves like I've been here before. I take the curves with confidence like I'm enjoying a familiar ride.
The substantive difference between the curvy roads here and the curvy roads at home is, on my right side there is a cliff face and on my left side there is a mountain drop. Both are only dangerous if get too close to the edge or you take a wrong turn. Oh, and the other difference is the view is significantly and consistently more beautiful. Yesterday, I found myself driving the road to my current home with one hand, while cleaning a CD with the other. It was then I wondered if the mountains are getting too close to home.
They have a story out here at the law firm. It's a story about how everybody who's been here for three years came to only stay a few months. When I tell them I'm leaving at the end of November, they all nod their heads in agreement, but I can see the disbelief in their eyes. I can almost hear them thinking "that's what we said" or "that's what you say now but we'll see." Sometimes they actually say it out loud as if they are joking but I know they're not. Even though I have concrete plans to leave I am both excited to feel comfortable here, and a little worried that perhaps I will be the next long-term visitor.
They say that beauty is a powerful motivator but usually they are talking about people. Beauty and comfort together could perhaps be irresistible. The only thing stronger I imagine is love and for that reason I'm confident my hometown will win out in November. The majority of the people I love are there and luckily I can feel their love from here while I'm far away from home.
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