Moment of synchronicity?

I was reading Spike's most recent entry about working a benefit, her son's birthday, and watching an Austin musician play with her son onstage:

"But the real, true highlight of the show was The Shelley King Band. How I missed hearing this woman sing up until this point is beyond me, but I count that as a major oversight and complete loss. Holy Mother she is fantastic, and a great songwriter, with a million references to the weather that escaped being cliché and put me right in the moment, right there on her porch watching the rain come down.

Best of all, though, was that when Shelley plays, her three year old, Clark, stands beside her with a little guitar and a tiny mic stand. Wait til I post the pictures. Clark knows every word to every song and he stands there and sings and it is beyond a riot.
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Just watching Clark would've been enough but there was an added bonus. As it happens, when Henry was three, we used to go see Don Walser play every week at Jovita's. And Henry had an itty-bitty guitar with no strings. And he'd go and stand right next to Don Walser and "strum" and it was the cutest thing. So watching Clark, as the now 6' 1" Henry sat behind me, grinning at the sight, just thrilled me."

Reading the entry gave me the strong urge (always present, but sometimes more suppressed/repressed than at other times) to move back to Austin. I had this image of living life with Zoe in Austin. She loves music and dancing--the first time I felt her move in the womb was during a live show at Trinity Pub and right now she seems to really like Stevie Ray Vaughn--and I just had this image of her growing up with music as a natural part of life, in restaurants and coffee shops and everywhere.

I followed the link to the musician's Myspace page and heard "Call of My Heart," which is about being called home.

I think I stress Nate out when I talk about Austin. We both have had our moments of wanting to move back, and moments of feeling more-or-less content with where we are. We like our house, have good jobs, etc. The road blocks have always been the same. We haven't had much luck finding jobs in Austin. When we were younger, we might have just taken the chance and moved there. But now we have responsibilities--the mortgage, the need for medical insurance for Zoe, etc. A move to Austin hasn't come together for us but the desire remains. I'm not sure what that means. Perhaps that it's not the right time?