The geographic fallacy

Thought this was neat - came across this poem today:

Poem: “where we are (for edward field),” by Gerald Locklin.

where we are

i envy those
who live in two places:
new york, say, and london;
wales and spain;
l.a. and paris;
hawaii and switzerland.

there is always the anticipation
of the change, the chance that what is wrong
is the result of where you are. i have
always loved both the freshness of
arriving and the relief of leaving. with
two homes every move would be a homecoming.
i am not even considering the weather, hot
or cold, dry or wet: i am talking about hope.

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I haven't mentioned this much, but since Bo died I've been spending hours playing "hunt and fetch the birdy" with Addy. Looking forward to the warmer weather when we can go outside. She's really enjoying all of the extra attention.

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