Few moments pass in my life that I don’t wish to be in two places at once. It’s an effort I make all day, every day - to be here, and to be present here, which ever here it is.

When one splits one’s life between two absolutely gorgeous homes in two places so similar (mountains!) and yet so contrary (hot-blooded vs steady-headed!), one is never, ever bored.

Each day is a day to live to the fullest, as pretty soon it will be time to leave for the other here.

These days, it’s both harder and easier to not want to be in “Home #2“.

It’s harder because, well, the weather’s been yucky here. And there’s a lot of excitement happening there (Olympics!!!). Fun times and national inspiration/introspection are there. Fun times are always appealing. And patriotism brings melancholy if you don’t have your feet on your home turf.

Then, I’m driving into town and my favourite local Patagonian DJ plays K-Os, my hometown boy, and I’m tempted to head straight for the airport and hop on a plane to there right now.

And then it snowballs; little things about here start to get to me. Littering, ridiculous politicians, how I have to hoard my coffee, barking dogs, explosive personalities. Basta!

It can be exhausting keeping calm amidst this commotion.

But it’s easier to be here because being here is my home. And the sun has just come out. And the wind has stopped.

And I have a lot of what I love so much about Patagonia - time and space to myself.

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