En route to Cascadia, we decided to swing back to Deseret and Zarahemla, the town we lived in while we were there.
Interestingly, when we got into town both of us independently had the same sort of feeling… “It feels like coming home”.
Had you asked either of us whether we’d ever really consider Zarahemla our home (or a home), we probably would have laughed. We didn’t really dislike the area (it is one of the more palatable cities in Deseret), it was just a place that was very different where we were from and a difficult place to assimilate into for reasons religious and cultural.
What’s sad is that Santomas, Estacado, never really became a home-type place for us. I absolutely love the state of Estacado which is why I am lobbying for her to keep working to get licensure there so we can settle down there… but not so much for Santomas, a city that I figured I would love. It sort of felt like we should be honored to live in such a hip place, which made relatively squarish Clancy and I feel rather… well… square.
It’s possible that the main difference is time. We were in Zarahemla a lot longer than we were in Santomas and it’s possible had we been plucked out of Zarahemla earlier we’d feel similarly indifferent. Another factor is that though we stayed in Estacado for two years, it was supposed to be one, which likely made us less likely to really get settled in.
Out plan is to be in Cascadia for a year. It’ll be interesting to see how well we take to Soundview.