Home sweet home...

I am back home now, sitting in a bedroom I shared with my brother Robert for about 12 or thirteen years. There is a dormer window in the sloping ceiling through which the sun will shine tomorrow morning as it rises from behind the Long Range mountains. Tomorrow night I will watch the sun set behind the Indian Head mountains as I sit in our sun porch sipping on some Irish whiskey.

The bed that once belonged to my paternal grandfather is still here, though it does need a new mattress. I am sitting on a chair my great-grandparents brought from England in 1865. There is a metal bound sea chest that once belonged to my maternal grandfather and a fold up child's chair that belonged to my oldest son D'Arcy.

I am home, and at peace. Feel free to visit. Just call ahead in case we are all full.

Signing off from 3017...

This is my last day as a resident of Feild Hall Room 3017. It has been my home for a little over a year now but I have completed my course work for my Masters and I am moving to my real home at Black Bank.

This has been a great place to study and to live. I have made new friends and learned a great deal about myself. My son Evan remains here to pursue his work on his Masters and I hope this place affords him the same wonderful experience as I have had.

Meanwhile, I have a very busy summer ahead of me with work on my journal, my documentary film and of course my cabin. I also have several other projects in mind but I do intend to find time to kick back and relax with family and friends.