So the saga continues. Here we (husband Lew) still are, in Tucson, a city that has no center. And while we are ready to ditch, we need a plan. Stat. Waiting to hear back from assorted possibilities (don't want to jinx them) is a bitch.
But we now see this venture as a huge stepping stone that will one day get us to Portland, a city we almost moved to before Tucson was on our radar.
Instead our plucky daughter (the pioneer) bravely made her way there, collected friends, found non-phony people (a break from LA) and now son Ben is heading north.
And we want in, so we're doing our best to make it happen--it's just the impatience factor that we have to ride out, which isn't easy in 100 plus degree heat. Not fun. I guess B.B. King sums it up best, "The thrill is gone."
You can sing that again..
Later.
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