Dirtbag Writer

An Unexpected Trip Home

Posted on 18. Nov, 2009 by Writer in On The Road

The world speaks in such mysterious ways sometimes….

I had just finished a post whining about my lack of desire to return to Salt Lake City in the coming weeks and then the next morning boarded a plane to St. Louis to visit my bestest friend in the world.  Plane then gets delayed in Colorado and I miss my connection in Salt Lake City forcing me to spend the night in Utah.  I hadn’t been ‘home’ in two months and was only expecting to view the city I have called home for the last 8-years from the bitty plane window.

I fly on average 5-10 times a year and find it funny that I have never ever missed a connection, although some times it has been really close.  And then I get stuck overnight in the one place I am trying to break free from.

Salt Lake isn’t a bad place.  It is just that I had plans, I wanted to live in many places – travel, see the world – I didn’t expect to get wedded to one place.

My lovely surprise evening in Salt Lake City was well spent.  Went to my fave restaurant, had a few too many of my favorite microbrews, saw good friends, slept in my own bed, got reunited with my pet cockatiel Frank, checked my heaping pile of mail for unpaid bills, and had powerful memories evoked about the city and the home I still have there.

Well I think for now I will return to Salt Lake after Thanksgiving and vow myself to once again try and make this place my home.

It doesn’t have to mean forever.  It’s cheap.  The people I love are there.  The mountains and opportunities therein are plentiful.  Plus, Salt Lake has made a great home base for getting out and exploring the globe.

Tags: Changes, Utah