We Can Do It!

So says the pillow on my bed and the dish towel. You know the slogan, with the female WWII worker, with uplifting spirit.

And now we know we can get out of the real Dodge (metaphorically) at last. And we thought New York was 'Dodge'--ha ha. So we have learned much on this 2-year hiatus from civilization and meaningful connections. We learned we hate living in the desert and are at peace with our decision to vacate. AND grateful the house was sold so fast. And we don't have to encounter any more gun-carrying conservatives.....not that there's anything wrong with that (in case one of them reads this). We're just not that into guns and cowboys.

We want greenery and non-dried out nasal passages. Amen!

Now we are awaiting "a-ok" on the rental we seek and then the other stuff will fall into place. What a ride, a crazy, jaunty (not so jolly) experience in this very uh, strange land. A place of extraordinary beauty and natural wonders that are being eviscerated by excavation, endless big-box ugly stores and malls and endless ticky-tacky housing developments.

McMansions (SW style) all over, encroaching on wildlife habitats everywhere! I mean, where we live used to be just wildlife and natural plant growth, and now the land is just being raped for money. Of which no one seems to have. Except for the snowbirds and retirees. But we are grateful to have had this opportunity to discover what works and what doesn't. Climate-wise, this was probably worse for my health than NY, so no way to justify staying.........and academia is....collegiate.

Just being in the same area as our kids will be so amazing and healing for us all. And that's no scowl, just gratitude for the attitude.