Home at Last, Part II

View From Home, April 2012

Last week’s post described a horrid summer in Texas, worry over the gas wells going in behind my house, my escape to Ireland and homesickness.

As ready as I was to return home, a phone call toward the end of my Ireland stay tempered my anticipation. My neighbor, keeping an eye on my place, had found the hot-water heater leaking and the hardwood floors ruined. I’d be returning to buckled boards, insurance adjusters and contractors, and the prospect of moving out while the floors were replaced — just when I wanted to be home.

I was home for six weeks of beautiful fall weather. I cherished that time, despite the mildew and buckled boards. Then I was exiled for six weeks while repairs were made. Though I stayed just a mile away in a lovely vacation rental, again I yearned for home.

At long last, I’m back. The drought has ended around here, things are green, and the lakes are full. There haven’t been wildfires closer than western New Mexico or Colorado.

Neighbors said the hill blocked noise from the gas-well drilling (comforting in case they ever drill the remaining 13 anticipated wells on the same pad site). The well was fracked, but no pipeline has been installed, so they can’t pump. The price of natural gas has dropped, and drilling companies are cutting back their activities in the Barnett Shale. I hope they never start pumping.

Now the temperature’s starting to creep up, and I know it won’t be long before I’m dreaming of an escape to the mountains of northern New Mexico, or the Oregon coast, or someday Ireland again. I’ll always travel, but I have no interest in a lengthy stay or in ever relocating.

I’ve learned that there’s no replacing a lifetime of friends, of memories, of a sense of place. I’m home, for good this time, as long as God will let me.

Read more of my Irish adventures in earlier blog posts here, or see my travel stories and photos at www.360westmagazine.com, “Digital Edition,” “May 2012.” Go to “Contents” and click on “Destinations.”

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8 Responses to Home at Last, Part II

  1. brian miller says:

    there is a lovely contentedness in this…and i hope they never start pumping as well…still a bit jealous of ireland though, def on the list to go…smiles…

  2. Brian — and Emily, too, if you read this — e-mail me when you’re planning your trip to Ireland. I have lots of tips and suggestions.

  3. oh carol, i will definitely email you when i go to ireland. i love how you both yearn for home, and to travel. it’s a dichotomy i often feel in my own soul. and i so appreciated you resonating with me on my blog about dying. i know Jesus has saved me, and that I will go to heaven, but it’s not knowing what heaven will be like… the eternity and forever of it all, that overwhelms.

    and thank you, thank you, thank you, for ordering my book and wanting to share it. how you bless me, carol. so glad i met you so long ago in italy.

  4. Kath says:

    Carol, you sound so relieved to be home, and glad that the flood damage is repaired. What a blessing to see so many great places and then to be able to come home.

  5. becky says:

    I’ve missed out on your latest travel adventures because I don’t have a direct line to your blog. I always get pegasusediting web page and when I click on “blog,” it won’t go there. So I’m going to copy the url I’ve found here and hope that’s the way in 🙂

    Glad you’re glad to be home in spite of the damage done to the house and surroundings…let’s hope the gas thing stops…people aren’t driving as much due to high prices…

  6. Becky, I’m sorry you’ve had trouble viewing my blog. I’ll have to look into that. Nobody else has reported a problem.
    I’m remiss about setting it up so people can subscribe to my blog. I’m getting ready to update my website, so I’ll be looking into that, too.
    The gas well is for natural gas, which is rarely used to power vehicles. It’s used mostly for heating. I use it myself, so it would be pretty hypocritical of me to say it shouldn’t be used at all. But I think all this urban drilling is wrong-headed, and the potential (and sometimes actual) environmental catastrophes caused by fracking are particularly frightening.
    Anyway, thanks for reading.

  7. happygirl says:

    The joy of being home is palpable in this story. And I long to travel to Ireland, just like the others. There is just something about the color green that gives me peace. 🙂

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