No, you’re not crazy, and you’re not the only one. It just has that effect on some of us. New Mexico is still here, and I’m sure you’ll find your way back again.

You must have found this post in the Best o’ the Blog list. Much of what you say applies to me. I’d lived for almost 30 years on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, a very beautiful place in itself, but I couldn’t get over NM either after visiting a few times. I also felt like my friends didn’t get it, and no one, but no one talked about “spirituality” in MD. Goose hunting, yes…

You should know, however, that it’s been very hard for my wife and me, mostly financially. We both also miss the water very badly at times. I hope you have a way of making a living that you can bring with you, or that you at least already have some contacts here. But when all is said and done, if you have to come, you’ll come, and things will unfold from there.

Two years before we moved, we were on a trip through Taos. We stopped at the Wild Rivers Area on the Rio Grande north of Questa—REALLY way out there—and I instantly felt I was home. I just stood there looking at the wilderness and the mountains with tears running down my face. Whether this was a sign I had to move here or that I was making a connection to something deep inside that didn’t require blowing up my old life, I still don’t know, but I’m here. In my case, the old life needed blowing up, anyway.

Best of luck, and via con Dios.

We’ve had her for about four years, I think. Before that she sort of lived with our next-door neighbors, who didn’t really do anything but put food out once in a while. She lived outdoors and slept in an old shed. The neighbors were from San Luis and said she was part of a litter from there…

I was hoping she found a good home.
Please respond, she was my baby.