{it was the best of times, it was the worst of times}

Getting to Iceland 4

…and for five years, Glasgow, Scotland was home.

With mixed feelings – mostly the urge to sob, cut by the urge to snicker at myself – I bid goodbye to yet another home. This one hurts more than most, but knowing I will be back helps. Like all writing is revision, all of life is change, is it not?

Meanwhile, enjoying a short break before going back to work. Yes, this means I am currently HOMELESS! Please don’t try mailing me anything – I have no address. But, that will change. Stay tuned…

3 Replies to “{it was the best of times, it was the worst of times}”

  1. I’m glad you’re getting a break to transition from one place to the next. I think it’s healthy to give yourself a little pause to take it all in.

  2. I’m hanging breathlessly on your travels. I have a strange Pa Ingalls streak in me that makes me want to pack everything in the wagon and light out for new territory every few years. Or at least, I was that way until (like so many restless travelers) I set up housekeeping in San Diego. When we moved here, I thought “I’ll think of it like a long vacation.” Five years later, I still haven’t had to unpack the winter coats–which I’m pretty sure is the dictionary definition of paradise.’

    I can’t wait to hear about this next chapter in your lives!

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