The time has come once again to say goodbye for now to Tucson, my US friends and family, Mark, Zane and Martha. It's odd leaving Mark and Zane behind in my old home, North America, and returning alone to my new(er) home in Australia. Life has a way of leading us in opposite directions sometimes. But then, I have often found that the journey back to common ground proves the most rewarding.
For all of us living in Casa Crazyhorse, it has been an eventful academic year, one full of surprises, discoveries, and accomplishments. In a way, I feel it has been a year of intense learning, not only for my handsome, intelligent partner during this final year of his doctorate, but also for me in a way that is intangible and connected to the meaningfulness of life. Sometimes the learning was fitful. Sometimes it was pretty awful. Occasionally it was transformative. Some people have one really big mid-life crisis. I think I endure a limitless string of miniature crises, none of which is particularly train-stopping in nature, but all of which yield their own lessons. I prefer it that way.
As I return to Sydney, one year closer to the mid-century mark, one year more in love than ever, and one year prouder as a parent, I go with a light heart. Although I realize that my aggregate time in Tucson is drawing to its terminal number, I know that I will be back, time and time again. I have lived many places in my life. And even though life gets more hectic and challenging to keep up with, I know what home is. I have more than one. And I prefer it that way.
This brings Casita Klatsch to a temporary pause. Please keep up with me on my original blog, The Banal Chew. Thanks for reading, and I'll see you back here on CK in December.