We’ve been back home for just over a week, and I just can’t seem to get my fingers to engage with the keyboard. Part of the complication is that Krista will be departing for London in a little while, and we’re trying to get as much accomplished around here as we can before then. It was a productive trip in a lot of ways, but perhaps the most significant discovery was that we do indeed live in Central New York. It felt like home, when we arrived.
This is indeed a good thing. It would be a shame to be “just visiting” for five or ten years. Just before we left, I managed to mount the turntable to the living room wall and hook it up again. The records are still in boxes, but I don’t think I’ll be needing that dashboard record player just yet.
