Intro

The old book, that would be me.  If you are only as old as you feel, I must have been born in the 1800s.  And I'm tired of it!  I have been living in a miserable place (both physically and metaphysically) but I don't want to talk about that.  I want to shut that door.

I am moving.  I am moving to a place that has the potential to be positively lovely.  I will have a reasonable number of animals, and housing for them and for me that is actually pleasant.  It is May 22 -- a week from the day after tomorrow (in other words, 5/31) I will BE THERE.  My cats will be there; my horses will be there.  What I have to accomplish between now and then is astounding, and I've already gone through some astounding stuff in the last month or so.  I'm tired, anxiety-stricken, nervous, overwhelmed... AND EXCITED!

I probably won't write anything more until I am in my new place -- the new chapter.  I remember a friend who went to teach in Zimbabwe -- and was an incredible letter writer -- explained that he went there (I paraphrase) to see what stays the same when everything changes.  Well, I'm not going to Zimbabwe, I'm going to Yelm, though when you look at commute times to Seattle, it may as well be Zimbabwe.  But I've always loved that quote of his and am looking forward to see how I change and stay the same as I start life on "my own" farm.