April 1st, 2011

What's the Opposite of Homesick?

Today marks the last day of my short trip to the San Francisco Bay Area. I had originally planned to stay through the weekend, but had to change my plans because of Kim's work schedule. I wish I had more time here. To be honest, I sort of wish I didn't have to go back at all.

Sometimes when I come here I feel like a tourist, eager to return to the less-hectic pace of Tucson. And there are moments when I've loved the Old Pueblo and the people there. Right now, though, I'm feeling particularly detached from the place. I wouldn't mind visiting it every now and then, but living there feels burdensome.

There's a lot less for me in Tucson than there used to be, even a few months ago. Not to mention that some of the few remaining people I still feel comfortable spending time with there will soon be leaving town. Coupled with the heat that is rising faster than it should and the sense of claustrophobia that my familial responsibilities inspires, the desert is reverting to its original meaning.