Nostalgia

I've been feeling very nostalgic lately. Especially this morning. Since visiting the gravesite of Howard Hughes, Jr. and watching The Aviator a couple of times, I've learned more about his life in Houston. I've been thinking: Maybe Houston is not such a bad place to live after all.

See, I've dispised Houston, particularly its weather, for a long time. I've always believed that there was a much better city in which I could be living. One day, as my wife and I have decided, we want to venture into the rest of the world to see what it has to offer.

Now I'm wondering if I should consider Houston as a place for a home for the long term. When we visited Glenwood Cemetery last Sunday (where Howard Hughes is buried), we drove through the historic sixth ward, where many of the original homes that were built there are still standing. Quite a few of them were for sale. That's when Dayna and I began discussing how much we would love to have the money to buy those homes, renovate them, and sell them. Not only could we make a decent profit, we would be helping to revitalize a historic part of the city. That is something I want to contribute to the world in one way or another.

This morning, I started looking at old and new photos of Salt Lake City, where I once lived for four months. I loved that city; I still do. This made me feel like there are still other places out there that I could, and would, love so much more than where I live now. I want to see those places.

Any suggestions for my dilemma?