In people’s lives, our very own “book” or story is always subject to changes of script…

Well, can you believe it?

VT to CC - Cape Cod, that is.

Well, not exactly…

Actually, the magical destination we are moving to next is called Great Island.  It's technically a peninsula just off of West Yarmouth but it's very islandy, as it is surrounded by ocean, chattering sea creatures and sand, lots and lots of sand.  Really, this is a dream come true for me, being a California girl.  The mountains and dirt roads aren't so much my bag.   Not to mention the fact that the nearest Target requires a toll and 2.5 hours from home.  Don't even get me started on the location of the nearest Whole Foods.  Enough of my spoiled ranting - let's talk about what I'll do next.   Next, after I have basked in the sun and become golden and found all the best margaritas in town, not to mention the best enchiladas and where they sell pork dumplings and would never dream of serving generic Sriracha... I'll search far and wide for the best pilates studio and maybe I'll finally try hot yoga!   I'm sure I'll be on the Paleo diet, give up gluten, and then get fed up and search out a burger that has just the right amount beef to condiment to vegetable ratio and maybe even think about opening my own burger joint, for just one moment and then it will surely pass.   Too many burgers grilling at 6 different temperatures just seems like it might be stressful.  

sigh.

Deep breaths... only three weeks to go and I can barely stand it.  I wait in breathless anticipation, as I pack our home and search daily for things I've already boxed, labeled and sent away..  The memories of my last hug from Bubbie, the fiddler crabs and windy beach keep me going until next time.  

20 more days - I can do it.