I’ve tried not to look in the “rear view mirror” too much since moving, but some days things just set me off and make me homesick…Today it was the check-out clerk at the grocery store.  She’s also an Alberta transplant and misses her friends/family/mountains/big sky etc.  It’s funny how a two minute conversation can do that…but then I reached into my pocket to get my keys and I got a handful of goldfish crackers instead and remembered why I’m here…