As I wonder how I would like to see this blog evolve, I wonder about the name, the tagline, and if I’ll ever actually get back to West Virginia permanently.

I also wonder about the random path Fate put in front of me that led me to the place I am today. If I disliked Florida in my 20’s so much, how did I end up living here for so long?

I have no idea, looking back. At every step, moving back to WV was in my mind.

Yet here I sit, 2.3 miles from the ocean, the closest “hill” to me is a landfill, and the treeline is Palm trees and Australian pines. Florida is where I live.

Oddly enough, if I could go back and change anything, I know I wouldn’t, as I would give up my dreams to keep the wife and kids that I have now.

And that may be the hardest thing for me to face.

Moving to West Virginia is MY dream, not my wife’s and not my kids’. How do I resolve that issue without forcing my wishes on my family? This is coming from a person that loathes pushing ideologies on others, or having them forced on him.

So, until I can resolve that, I guess the result is “here I stay”. I will use my back yard and this blog as an outlet for my frustrations, channeling my drive into something I CAN affect, my Florida urbanstead.

You can take the boy out of the country….