Life in the big city has never appealed to me, but as I have done so often in my life, I adapt and make the best of what is offered. Truly, I am not in Kansas, anymore. Okay, not in Nebraska, anymore, but you get the idea. Regardless, I still shake my head in disbelief, even after three years, to find myself living the Chicago suburbs. What's a girl who wants nothing more than to sit in a smelly marsh all day with a
spotting scope doing in a place like this? What's a girl who only wants to see the Milky Way arch across a dark sky doing in a place where she's lucky to even see a few bright stars? How can a gal live in a place where a telescope is little more than a piece of bedroom furniture? (That's right, I keep a
telescope in my bedroom. Doesn't everyone?) So, what keeps me here?
Certainly, it's the job, which I love, and the people I work with, whom I love even more. When the last day of work comes, though (and I'm getting old enough to contemplate that), don't look for me the next day in the city. I'll be on may back out to the great wide open spaces,
binocular around my neck, looking for the nearest smelly marsh and dark sky. With any luck at all, that's where I will breathe my last.