Last night, I sat on the porch of our century old workshop enjoying the timeless cool, evening breeze. The sun filtered through our towering pine trees. We sat in the silence with only the birds and mosquitoes as background music.
I stared at our our dogs resting after another gopher-less hunting day gone by and reflected: How am I so fortunate to be here right now?
On the surface it’s not complicated. Our house in San Diego had doubled in value. Selling afforded us the opportunity to take the equity and buy a new house in a less expensive place in California. (Despite rumors of a California Exodus which turned out to be false, we never seriously considered leaving. Our life is here. California is our home, it’s where our kids are from, and we love it.)
The complicated part was making peace with the concept of moving.
Kristen and I always fall in love with the places we’ve lived. We loved…
