I’m sorry for the lack of updates.  I’ve been busy with my other projects, of which the main one is my new son.  He just turned three months about five or so days ago.  I’ve also been trying to figure out how to wrap up this small chapter in my life.

I’m still not sure why I became so fixated on Farmington earlier this year.  I started this blog just to write about it, and that concept doesn’t lend itself to a long life.  I’ve covered most of what happened on the trip, or at least what I remember.  Next August it will have been twenty-five years since that month in 1984.  I have one of the best memories of anyone I know, but even for me it’s getting hazy.

Part of me wanted to go back to Farmington in 2008, but financially and time-wise (the start of my family) it just didn’t make sense.  I don’t think driving across the country with a one year old next summer is a great idea, so I don’t think I’ll get back anytime soon.  I will get back there someday, and maybe I’ll find whatever it is I thought I was going to find this past year.

Anyway, back in 1984 things returned to normal.  The kids in school, who picked on me a bit, were all happy to see me back in Veblen.  Everyone was quite surprised that I was back.  “Didn’t you move?” was the common question, but I got some chuckles spinning that answer for a few days.  They didn’t have enough desks the first day I was back, so I had to sit at a table in the back of the classroom.  My scout troop left a note wishing me farewell, and since I was back I could have gone back, but I didn’t.  I was never that into the scout thing, so I just let that lapse.  My mother and her boyfriend resumed their relationship, and were married a few years later.  My brother was transferred from Farmington to Minnesota, then to Arizona, then someplace else I think (he wasn’t there long) and finally he landed…in Pierre.  He’s been there for a while, and I’ve been there to see him a few times.  I still love the city of Pierre, and Dakotamart was still open the last time I was there in July.  My mother and brother patched things up, and now they seem to be quite okay with each other.  I tried talking to my mom about Farmington once or twice, but she doesn’t like talking about “horrible” things.  I’m not sure what was so horrible, but she has a unique way with words.

I was going to delete this blog a bit after it was over, or I was going to reboot it with a new topic or focus.  I’ve decided to let it sit here until I actually get back to Farmington.  I’ll have a place to share the experience , but don’t expect many updates until then (my blogroll links on the side are other places I write, in case this wasn’t enough).  My little man is stirring from his nap, so on this final update until a later date, I wish you all a great 2009, and Farmington…I hope to see you soon.