Reading bout home

Over the past few weeks I have read articles and blogs about moving to the Midwest.  Converting old houses in small liberal college towns to modern beauties.  Nights full of wine with corn stalks in the back yard.  Long, informative instructions on how to grow strawberries.  Pictures involving misty mornings, tall trees, home made fences.   And to top it all off, my own voice saying out loud that I miss the Midwest.  People usually just ask why (with subtle smirks).  My usual response: the rolling hills and beautiful sunsets.  I miss Iowa every day.  I think about what it would be like to move back there.   A long time dream of mine is to be accepted in to the Iowa Writers Workshop.  I imagine packing up all of our stuff, arriving mid-summer, renting a small bungalow on a tree lined street and meeting other writers.  Iowa City is full of record stores, restaurants, brick roads, old buildings.  So much.  Reading about people moving back there for one reason or another makes me feel nostalgic. And excited.  There is a new way of looking back and also looking forward.  Right now, this is everything. 

Book of the week: Biography of Kate Bush

Song of the week:  Honey, Honey by Feist

Most exciting part of the week to come: Fogged Clarity launches tomorrow