Sometimes it's hard to push away the melancholy that arises after the fact. The urgency to get out, the excitement of new places, the anxiety of return, the relief of one's familiar surroundings, and then the pangs of wishing for a life when the known is yet to be discovered and possibility hovers deliciously in the future.
We have lived in Sleepy Hollow for twenty years- many moons in this quaint corner of the world. Taking stock and seeking gratitude is complicated by desires and yearnings that exceed the here and now. Forward momentum stirs goals anew in the quest for change.