You can go home again... but just don't get too comfortable

I feeling better now, a little less sorry for myself since I got that last post out. I know that things are going to turn out fine. This just felt like someone throwing a wrench in my plans.



In other hometown news: it turns out that you CAN go home again, you just can't afford to live there. When the girls and I were in Iowa City I was taken by what a nice, liberal, academic place it seemed to raise the girls. I have such nice memories of growing up there. But, after a cursory look at the housing market there it seems obvious that we couldn't afford, on a county attorney's salary, what my single, part-time church secretary mother was able to afford.

How depressing is that?