I am moving on to one more new home tomorrow. The place I am moving to is kind of a dream come true. Instead of paying rent, I will be eight miles out of town in a farmhouse feeding horses, chickens, peacocks, and cats every day for the next little while. My friend Tonya is house-sitting for the owner who is vacationing in France and is so laid back that we have access to her whole house, car, and animals.
I am incredibly nervous about staying in Bellingham. Should I be in Alaska? I don't know. How am I going to bike a minimum of 16 miles/day just to get to email for the next month? I don't know. I do know that I have made some amazing friends here in the last month or so and the possibility that this might become home won't leave my mind. My gut says to go to Alaska, be adventurous, take whatever you can get, but that is the way I have always done things and I am thinking that the adventurous move now is to stay put.
So, with confidence that addressing one's fears only brings good things, I am moving tomorrow to the edge of town.
With any luck, there will be pictures within a couple of weeks for you to share in the beauty of this simple farm over-run with buttercups.
