I found myself home alone again this evening, and the sun called me out for a walk around my neighborhood. My friend Rachel came over to join me, and we meandered through the golden light admiring the pretty gardens and houses and the most amazing crepe myrtle bushes. I love living in a place where a friend can be at my door mere minutes after my call. I love living in a place with so many interesting and distinct neighborhoods. I love living in a place where crepe myrtle blooms all summer. There are so many things I miss about New England--sometimes the homesickness is still an ache after two years--but when I go home I'll take with me some homesickness for this place too. As Rachel said to me tonight, "You found a good town, Caren." Yes, I did.