There’s No Place Like Home

Which way to go – north, northwest, west, southwest, or southeast?

I chose to go southeast for a seasonal job and landed back in the southwest, in northern New Mexico.  My journey there took me through Durango, Colorado.  I exhaled.  It felt like I was returning home.

After staying a night in Durango, I drove to Taos, New Mexico where I stayed at a little hostel, The Abominable SnowMansion, which is located in Arroyo Seco.  One of the staff members there suggested I drive to Ojo Caliente hot springs for a $15 night soak.  Good call on her part – when I returned, I went to bed and slept soundly, something I hadn’t done in weeks.

The next morning I drove back to Taos for coffee, then explored Taos Pueblo before heading to the ranch.  The last 30 miles of my trek felt like a homecoming.  I kept thinking that the landscape reminded me of Colorado.

Is Colorado “home” for me?  I wonder.  All tension in my neck, shoulders, and jaw seemed to disappear the closer I got to the ranch.  I looked down at my feet to see if my cowboy boots had turned into Ruby Red (or silver, if you read the book) Slippers.  No.  They were still cowboy boots, but something inside changed and I felt different.

I felt that I was back home…home for now.

About Kristy "Kiki"

I'm just a gypsy with a passion for the earth, people, art, music, photography, and writing.
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