Torn apart

In some ways I really am happy to be back in Madison. I bike a lot more, drive a lot less, exercise more (though my day-to-day work requires less physical activity), and have all the best food and beer in the world available to me. I can also focus on academic pursuits a little more (which is, after all, why I'm here). This is the problem:

Jonathan harvested these beauties from my garden today. And roasted them for a handful of our friends. I love visiting the wonderful farmers' markets here, but I naturally eat seasonally at home because it's available, fresh, and right outside the door. I dropped $10 on okra today at the co-op.

I think I will always call two places home. There will always be trade-offs. Sometimes it makes me feel well-rounded and sometimes it makes me want to scream. If I get a job somewhere that isn't Madison or Cincinnati there may not be enough of me to go around.