I Love Where I Am…

I love where I am.

That doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t mind being somewhere else.

I’d like to be in Idaho.

There’s no reason I couldn’t be in Idaho.

But…I love where I am.

I have no reason to believe that I couldn’t say that if I was somewhere different.

I could love “where I am”…even if I was somewhere other than “where I am”.

I see a bunch of deer running through the woods when I round a mountain corner out on the mail route…and realize that they don’t have a clue about Covid or strange pandemics.

They don’t know about painful things to worry about.

They don’t worry about “the end”…until the end comes.

They just run.

I need to start running again.

It soothes my soul.

It frees my mind.

Running is good.

If I could foster any skill…if I could sustain any ability…it would be to continue to be able to “love where I am”.

That’s not situational….it’s potentially innate.

All this “covid stuff” is insane.

I listen to the news all day when I’m not listening to reggae music…and it’s mostly bad news.

It’s the “news du jour”…it’s the story of the year…it’s survival.

It’s survival…and it’s depressing…and it’s something that someday will pass.

I love where I am.



Photo by By Eric Rolph at English Wikipedia – English Wikipedia, CC BY-SA 2.5, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=2406447

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.


I Love Where I Am… — 2 Comments

    • Yeah…I know what you mean about the deer. They probably spend their lifetime in a state of high distress…ready for the end even if they’re running away from it all…every minute. It just looked kind of peaceful to come around the bend of a mountain dirt road and see a bunch of deer standing there. REALLY GOOD TO HEAR FROM YOU…hope you’re all alright…