The Owls Are Not What They Seem.

My Mr. arrived a few days ago, with our baby cat in tow.  We decided to do something I thought we'd never do - we've decided to move.  I knew I could never find happiness in the place we were in, and I told him that.  I told him I believe there is too much bad attached to the area we were in, and not enough good.  I told him I wanted to move with all of my heart.  He said he thought it was a perfect idea.

We're retreating to the place where I grew up, for the time being.  We may already have a place  of our own to live, but I don't want to jinx anything.  (I hope Seattle isn't afraid that I've forgotten about it.  I could never.)  I believe it's quite funny though, because I always swore when I was in my teenage years that I would leave this town and never look back.  I suppose everyone is like that at some point.   Yet here I am, moving back to the place where it all began.  Bringing my new life to my old life.

 

I don't know about you, but I'm excited for this new adventure.

xo, A.