And when I say "moving," I don't mean in an awe-inspiring, sentimental way. Me and the hubby just finished our move to New England. And boy, was it an adventure! First we had to sell the house in the over-crowded real estate market of Phoenix, then we had to pack up house, then we had to fly with two cats 3,000 miles to the other side of the world (or at least it was to them), then we moved into a house that we were then kicked out of THE SAME DAY, then we had to pick up our stuff in Boston which is NOT enjoyable in a U-Haul and that crazily planned city...
But all's well...and everything for a reason. We are in a loverly winter rental by the ocean. Literally. Cross the street and you've got sand between your toes. (Look in our car and around the doorway of our house, and you'll see the gritty stuff lining the floormats and sinking between the slats of the pine wood floors, respectively.)
Life is good. Now it's back to the writing schedule. No TV is in this writing office, just the sound of crashing waves.
Heaven...
The picture to the right? The view of the marsh from our living room. Now do you believe me??
