Seventy

Seventy.  That's a lot of years!  It's only been lately that I feel my history is a long one.  Laughing as I say that because I've always felt young.  Vibrant.

I told my children and close friends that this year would be something special.  That I was going to take a trip.  It would be a year of big change but I didn't know what that would entail.  Exactly.

Where here it is!  I am moving to coastal Maine!

Now if you follow my rants, you will know that I am a lifelong activist.  Justice in all its forms is top of the list.  I don't want anything hurt or abused.  We are all in this world together and must find a way to cooperate better.

How curious is it that I am moving from a less progressive area back to what is familiar.  But I have never lived in a city before.  I have lived just on the outskirts.  Now I am a ten minute way from just about everything I need.  And, a Starbucks.  I prefer a little coffee shop but hey, I am grateful to be able to sustain my vanilla latte habit. Plus,  I've always lived near ideas, progressive towns.  It seems fitting that I go back.  My little coastal town is all of that.  Very open, very progressive.  They take recycling seriously.  The environment, too.

I will miss my little southern Appalachian town immensely!  I did the first time I moved to New England.  But this time is different.  I will have my own little house on a street surrounded by preservation land.  Just a fifteen minute trip to the ocean and voila.  Twenty some minutes to family and all the downtown charm and wharf I can handle.

Do you understand that I absolutely love my new house?  It is my dream house.  Cathedral ceilings, arched doorway, open concept in the living, dining and kitchen areas. Lots of closet space.  Well designed and lit. I even have a covered front porch, just perfect in size.

Now to sell my little southern Appalachian house to someone who will love it as much as I!