Monday, April 21, 2008

I Love My Home

Psshaw to six degrees of separation, in western Alaska we are talking two, three tops.

I love being from a small town. I love traveling to the surrounding villages. I love having the Bering Air agent offer me a ride to town and then asking me if my dad is back in his office yet (without even asking me my name). I love sitting in the school office and having every person who walks by introduce themselves, taking a seat and then proceeding to talk my ear off for thirty minutes.

I love my home.

Unfortunately, I just realized that by leaving Nome, I am leaving the comforts of my small-town, know-everybody, leave-the-keys-in-the-ignition community for the great unknown.

Hmm...any suggestion on how to combat my newest problem?