I think of myself having 2 homes - my Yin and my Yang - as the Valley is the other half of that combination. The elements that brought me here with my wife and son in the mid-1990's always seem to call me back. Part of it is the comfort level I have with the area, part of it is the wonderful friends I've got here, part of it is memories from over the years, and part of it is - well - something I can't explain. The Charleston area has become home for me in recent years, but the Valley has never lost its grip on part of that in me as well.
I am approaching what I have come here to do in a very rational way, or at least I'm trying to. The fact that my "things" have been in a storage unit here has maintained a foothold, and I've been able to justify it by explaining to myself in one of two ways - (1) I haven't had the time to come and get it and (2) I may end up back here in some capacity someday so it's just waiting for me. There is a significant element of bittersweet considering that once I pack it up and take it away it will be the first time in nearly a dozen years that I haven't had that foothold. This trip is more emotional for me than I'll admit here. I need a good cry.
My electrologist, Maria, picked me up and took me to her office so I could shower and get out of my comfy "travel" clothes. I never understood why so many people seem to dress up for long drives or flights - it seems to me that that's a time for practical, comfortable clothes - but that's a whole other topic. Typically, I'm in gym clothes or something similar on my travels.
I visited my doctor - Dr. Fisher - yesterday afternoon. He played a major role in my transition and I just stopped by to see how he's doing and to say 'hi'. I first started seeing him 15 years ago - seems like a lifetime ago in many ways. Anyway, it was great to see him and reconnect.
Maria arranged a dinner with some of my dear friends here. By the time we all met my body was telling me it was bed time but it was still early here. I don't have that same level of friendship with so many people in any other city. Perhaps that's a big reason why I still feel so at home here.
|In Phoenix: Dinner with dear friends at Chelsea's Kitchen|
Back home in South Carolina ex-governor Mark Sanford won the Congressional Runoff election for my district over the sister of Stephen Colbert (story here). Sanford had been governor until he disappeared for a few days and said he was hiking the Appalachian Trail when in fact he had gone for a short tryst in South America to see his mistress there. The ensuing scandal and subsequent resignation made national news and his political career was left for dead. But here he is...back in office again. I'm not exactly sure what that says about politics, or forgiveness, or short memories, or South Carolina in general. All I know is that if I were there to vote (instead of on a plane) I wouldn't have voted for him.