AKMA’s Random Thoughts

Tearing Myself Away

It’s perhaps a sign of how non-postmodern I really am (or perhaps not — depending on how you define “postmodern,” as usual) that my sense of well-being responds so markedly to geography. Just walking around the few blocks of New Haven that Margaret and I have covered, my feet and the climate and the topography and civic life all contribute to the sense that my life and vocation make sense here in a way they don’t, to the same extent, in some other places.

We’ll go to midday mass at Christ Church, then thankfully accept a ride to the airport from David Cobb; we’ll sleep in our Evanston beds tonight, reluctantly uprooting the tendrils of affection that already have sprouted into the New England soil (and pavement) we’ve been visiting.