move to new mexico

I lived in NM with my wife for almost 4 years and we loved every minute of it. We had to move back East when we started a family, but had a 10 year plan to return. That was 8 years ago and we seem to be entrenched, but we talk about getting back there almost all the time.

I again tonight watched the movie that first made me want to move to New Mexico. I suppose that this sense I have that the enchantment of the place would change me in pleasing ways is largely a “grass (or sage) is greener over there” kind of thing, but I am again thinking about the idea of magical places, the sense that setting is as much of a participant in a moment as the characters who are set there.

I’ve spent this summer in two flat places, going back and forth whenever I got sick of one and I’m telling myself now that this shouldn’t be the way motion gets built—as flight from, as alternative to. Still, Melville wrote something like “there is no thing that is not what it is merely by virtue of what it is not” and I suppose that trumps my romantic notions of the place. I dream of the desert that bleeds into sky because I’m engulfed by trees and creeks, humidity and routine. But it’s not so very likely that I was misplaced on my way to birth and that there isn’t a life I might have had where all I think of is this midwestern summer storm that shakes my house tonight.

Affordable real estate and great film / tv production incentives.

I’m serious enough that I got a New Mexico phone number.