As many of my blog followers and friends know—-after 7 years I am in search of a new home. Abode. Place to hang my hat for another sizable chunk of time. Employment demands a change of demographic for my family and I am trusting it is the right thing to do…at the right time. While it is exciting, it’s also stressful as anyone who has moved a time or two knows well.

Finding a new home is like shopping for a new pair of shoes that you plan to walk in for very long distances—-they need to be a perfect fit.

Seven years is a good block of time to spend in one home and let me tell you…..I’ve spent a great deal of time in my current home. These years have been the single most cathartic and painful of my life to date. Yet—-I love this home. This home has been a major touchstone in my life and while I don’t care to get too confessional at this very moment—-I will admit despite this singular fact……I will miss it deeply. I got to know these walls well. This sunny little house carried me through the darkest of days. Like me, when I first stepped through it’s doors….it needed love. You could see it was glorious once. Time and years wore it down only slightly and it needed rejuvenation—so I supplied it. It graciously returned the favor by providing me excessive sunlight, acres of nature and a nice comfy hearth to sit in front of—to laugh, to study, to write, to cry ( did a ton of that) and to give warmth in every form. Yes, I will miss this place and I know I loved it back….but the time has come to move on. Again.

In search of another home that will help me write, prolifically, the next chapter of my life.